Tory C. Marandos (1976-2006) Tradition … Legacy … Tragedy … Hero
If you live in Boston you know what Fenway is like Marathon Monday. And if you were friends with Tory Marandos you knew where you needed to be at 7 a.m. that morning … every year. It was the Tory Tradition. And we miss it!
When people ask me what the Boston Marathon means to me, I know I am not alone when I reminisce of the years I spent partying in the bars at Fenway.
We would laugh until we cried and every year no matter what we knew Tory would orchestrate his Marathon Tradition. Hours of celebrating his love for Boston … beer … and buddies!
Working was not allowed and he would even call your boss if you needed him to.
Tory would bring smiles to faces of strangers … hugs to girls that were crying … and life to any party. He was, by far, the most loved person I have ever met. And speaking of his hugs they were the best kind … he would squeeze you until it hurt!
His family was always first and his friends were his life line. His presence was like light in a dark room and everyone wanted to be near him. When he spoke to you it was like there was no one else in the world.
Tory was a gift on this earth.
Tory would give you his life. And, in the end, that is exactly what he did. Tory’s tragic death was protecting others.
On Marathon Monday as I approach Fenway I will look up into the sky and I know Tory will be celebrating in Heaven as his “Tradition” continues.
And I will celebrate the heroism of a son, brother and friend who was taken too soon.
Running Boston with Tory on my mind and forever in my heart!
— Amanda Burgess