Patriot's Day, the day of the Boston Marathon, is a holiday in Massachusetts. It's a family and friends day when you bring your lawn chair and heaps of orange slices down to Main Street, cheer the runners and pass them juicy refreshing citrus. I wrote about it here last year.
It's particularly cruel (and surely intentional) that so many of this year's victims have had legs and feet amputated, and such a terrible juxtaposition to a joyful day.
I titled last year's post flowers make everything better. Not everything, I say today. And yet, when someone is hospitalized, our first impulse is to send flowers.
Flowers don't make it everything better, but maybe they help, in some tiny but essential way.