Hands Touching Hands: To Boston with Love


The extemporaneous memorial

At a “Finish line” flowers, teddy bears, using shoes, medals, tee

shirts, and tributes kept building. Two immature group came by and set adult a vast wake wreath. There were immature couples and comparison ones holding onto any other. Some stood in dumbfounded silence.  Others wept.

Friendship and tragedy

Walking in a round-about approach to a train, we grappled with a concern of sadness. As such, a few blocks from a hire instead of branch to a train, we went towards a laxity of a red shutter on a Fairmont Copley Plaza Hotel. Standing during a entrance, blocked by a retard on one side, it framed an dull travel and punctuated a vast red letters MEDICAL on a tent during a finish of a block. 

As we smiled during a doormen, we was reminded of a Psychology Today mainstay in Ulterior Motives by Dr. Art Markahm. He points out that notwithstanding a leisure of a eccentric lifestyle, “that leisure comes during a cost of a tie to community.” He goes on to explain how Starbucks is a draw.  In bettering to new environments, he says, “We tend to insert ourselves to things that are informed as an anchor.” 

At that impulse for me Copley Square as an environment was no longer familiar. Except for a multitude of military officers – life stood still. A impulse later, in a city in that everybody seems to know someone we felt as we knew no one.  Then came serendipity, Constance Carmen, Fairmont manager and engineer seemed from nowhere with her grin and an embrace. Days before she and we talked of her environmentally accessible creations, this day we talked of grief and gratitude.

The area family

That’s when we again satisfied what we adore about Boston where Copley is a extended family of Beacon Hill where we had lived.  The city is a tiny town.  People know any other by mixed connections.  You can be divided for years and travel into small shops and a merchants will say, “Gee, we haven’t seen we for a while.  How’s it going?”

Life is fragile. So it is good to store adult pot of “hands touching hands” moments. Despite a value of amicable media, it is a energy of hold that we need when hearts are breaking. In a city ripped detached by tragedy – friends, gratitude, music, hugs and a escape of adore have turn a recovering balm. The commemorative has now changed to a piazza in front of Trinity Church. People still leave records and a tulips are in bloom.

Copyright 2013 Rita Watson/ All Rights Reserved

(Photos, Rita Watson)

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