I asked a policeman who was in charge of this, and he said, “No one specifically; just all the people who come to look and contribute.” Then we agreed that love was binding this together, that love from all over the world was in charge of this open-air church on the square, with its chapels of shoes, caps, flowers, teddy bears, and notes, messages, prayers.
Further down Boylston, right on the street, was a small memorial of the place. The only sign of devastation was the boarded up window of the Forum restaurant. It was business as usual for everyone else. Well, not exactly usual, but, ‘We believe it Boston’.