One year ago – on “Marathon Monday” 2013 here in Boston – before we knew anything about the bombings other than they had happened, I wrote about how that day; actually each day of our lives or that matter, something “historic” was happening. Something that we will one day look back upon and think how important that event had become to us.
It might be the first time your child puts on skates and steps on the ice, or auditions for the school play and gets a part, or tells you that they got into medical school or that they want to move to California after they graduate from college.
I got a bit of a surprise when a short time after last year’s marathon I received a call from a Canadian TV station to ask if they could use a video and some photographs that I had taken of Martin Richards [one of those who lost their life ] at his First Communion … and I had no idea that I had met and photographed Martin.
So in honor of Martin and as a reminder to me …Here is that post from last year:
I am writing today’s post on Monday April 15, 2013. It’s “Marathon Monday” here in Boston MA and today bombs exploded at the marathon’s finish line and forever changed history.
I am guessing that this day will be remembered for as long as there is a Boston Marathon – and whenever people talk about the Marathon they will say, “where were you the day the bombs exploded?”
It’s that moment when we saw the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan show in 1964, the news flash that Princess Diana or President Kennedy had been killed or the World Trade Center disaster
Or maybe it’s the birth of your child, your Son or Daughter hitting a home run or scoring a goal or leaving for college.
During those moments did we sit back and think … “I have just witnessed history” ?
No, of course not, it didn’t feel like history, it felt like “now”. Well maybe you did, but then you had to deal with the next historical moment in your life.
Today, as sad as the events (which are still unfolding as I write) are – they will be history. They will change everything – nothing will ever be the same.
I can speak from experience that we need to acknowledge every small miracle in our lives. So jump out of your chair and applaud for every song at your kid’s concert, hug your best friend when you see them, kiss your Son and Daughter good-bye every time they leave the house … even in front of their friends.
Because one day you will look back … and realize that you are living history and “You” yourself are “living history” as well.
Dan Busler Phoptography is located just south of Boston in Walpole MA and specializes in portraits, headshot and events 781-352-4863 www.danbuslerphotography.com