Since moving here, I never for a second doubted that Philadelphia’s nickname, the City of Brotherly Love, was well deserved. For almost two years, I truly believed “Brotherly Love” came from a bond over the happy times, after all, Philadelphia is known for the birth of a nation, a fantastic nation. I’ve seen this city celebrate with ferocity on the Fourth of July, when Obama won, and especially when the Phillies win. This city has a heart beat, deep within its roots and when it pumps faster, I feel it. I never thought I could feel so connected with a city as deeply as when we celebrate.
But our love, our brotherly love, is not so frivilous as to be fair weather. The recent tragedy of Sabina Rose O’Donnell broke the heart of the city and sent a pain that resonates with everyone, especially my fellow residents of Northern Liberties. Moreover, the passion the city has for its Phillies, Eagles, and Flyers is a spark compared to the bonfire that errupted from this loss. We celebrate together. We mourn together.
Sabina, you may have left us physically, but the monster could never destroy the influence you have on us. We will carry on your bright light.
If you have the constitution, read the story of Sabina Rose O’ Donnell on nbcphiladelphia.com. I personally ask you to donate to her memory. Funds go towards funeral expenses (including hopefully flying members of her family to her funeral), catching her killer, and a memorial garden. You can donate in cash or check at PYT or via this website. You can even text SABINA to 56624 to securely donate $5.00.
Be safe readers. Do not walk home alone. Do not bike home alone. Travel in groups. Take a cab. Be aware.