Classes will be held Monday at Boston University, when the university will also hold a memorial service on campus in the evening for 23-year-old graduate student Lingzi Lu, who was killed in Monday’s blasts.
MIT, whose campus Police Officer Sean Collier was killed allegedly by the suspected bombers on Thursday night, will also be holding classes Monday, and is planning events to honor the officer.
From Boston to Cambridge to Watertown and beyond, strangers reached out to one another, keenly aware of being connected for having lived through a seize of terror.
In Harvard Square, joggers wearing “Boston Strong” and Boston Marathon T-shirts ran down Massachusetts Avenue, smiling and high-fiving pedestrians. To no one in particular, one Watertown resident called out, “It’s a brighter day today!” And in scene after scene across the region, neighbors greeted one another like long-distance friends at a reunion.
“Yeah! We’re alive,” Roberta Nicoloro shouted as she hugged neighbors after emerging from her home in Watertown, her hometown.
For many, the day’s liberty brought a bubbling sense of patriotism.
“I’m proud,” said Kevin Rooney who wore his American-flag decaled shirt, which he usually reserves for July 4, as he and his wife walked their Alaskan huskie, Nana, in Watertown. “It’s a good day to be an American and I’m proud to be from Watertown where that monster was caught.”
Across Watertown, where yellow forsythia bloomed and trees were bursting with buds, streets thronged with residents eager to breathe spring air after being stuck behind bolted doors a day earlier. Others came to view pivotal sites in the standoff that played out on television screens, snapping photos and musing that such events could have taken place on Watertown streets of gabled Victorians.
For those who witnessed the mayhem from windows and front doors, Saturday brought a day-after feeling — best expressed, at times, in a native language. “Ressaca,” said Katia Araujo, using the Portuguese word for hungover.
From her apartment window, Araujo had watched police SWAT teams arrive. From her back door, she saw police searching homes. Her 12-year-old son found a bullet that police later confiscated.
“Today, I am going to get a coffee,” she said, with a brimming determination she never imagined having to summon to run to Starbucks.
Later, she said, she was taking her son bowling.