It was a long, difficult day in Boston yesterday, but by late evening we knew that the remaining suspect in the Boston Marathon bombings had been apprehended. He had been hiding in a boat parked in the backyard of a house located 3-4 miles from our home.
The ordeal is far from over for the victims of the bombing and their families, or for the family of the young MIT police officer who was killed during the suspects’ rampage two nights ago, or for the transit police officer who is still fighting for his life. But today, after a gray and rainy morning, the sun has come out, people are out on the streets again, businesses have re-opened, and life for the rest of us is returning to something close to normal.
Yet it all leaves you wondering…why? What was the point of causing such pain and devastation, of taking the lives of innocents?
The remaining suspect might reveal something about his motives or connections. We don’t know yet. But will whatever agenda he might claim to have be enough of an explanation for these unfathomable acts? It’s hard to imagine that it will be.
In the meantime, we pick up and move forward; it’s a new day.