I wrote the script and did the thumbnails for this comic the day after the Boston Marathon Bombings (a Tuesday). I didn’t have an inkling of what was to come later that week, when we were all asked to stay out of harm’s way as a manhunt in the greater Boston area went down, and culminated right over the calm Charles river in Watertown. Living a block away from Boylston street, the way that our neighborhood was simultaneously completely transformed by tragedy but also determined to go on as much as normal, left us all feeling a bit off for quite a while after the story was considered over and the world media went home. But I’ll never forget standing with my husband in the middle of Boylston Street, a street I walk down several times a day that’s normally overflowing with pedestrians, bikes, and cars, then silent and echoing with only the sound of paper cups and signs supporting marathon runners as they rattled and flapped in the wind, all abandoned suddenly by the crowds in the wake of the bombs.
This update was a very long time coming. I underestimated how hard it would be emotionally for me to put down on paper not only my thoughts on the Boston bombings but those on 9/11 too. One of the first things most of my family and friends said to me after the bombings happened was that they couldn’t believe I was there for 9/11 too. I was there along with millions of other people in New York that day, many of whom were much more than a mere witness as I was. But I just couldn’t shake the similarities between peoples’ reactions in aftermath of both events. The events were so drastically different, but the parallels were definitely there.
To all the folks who have been asking about this comic and giving me encouragement in finishing it, I thank you very sincerely. Your support meant a lot to me.