Boston is my home.
I never want to hear sirens rip through the city the way I did, echoing loudly and reverberating on buildings. I don't want to think about all the people I handed water out to earlier as they ran in the marathon, realizing they could be dead. I don't want to have to message all of my friends frantically, wondering if they had decided to go to the finish line after all, and I don't want to have to enter a quiet lounge with the news blaring about missing limbs and terrorism. Ever. Again.
No one should ever have this happen to their city.
(please keep all the marathon runners, spectators, first responders, family, and city residents in your prayers tonight)