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My experience at the Boston Marathon (lots of detail, may be difficult for some to read) April 17, 2013 at 5:55pm

(Originally shared on my Facebook page on April 17, 2013)

I wanted to write all this down while it's fresh. In the process, I found this to be extremely helpful for me. While not necessarily explicitly graphic, it does contain a lot of detail and may be difficult for some people to read.




We stopped at Niketown to try to use the bathroom…

My daughter-in-law inspires me

My daughter-in-law Jennifer writes beautifully – she has been able to clearly articulate what she was feeling on April 15, 2013 when she heard about the bomb at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, and how her feelings and emotions have changed since then. Her writing has helped her to move forward – to realize the positives in people -…

Minutes

On the day of the marathon, I was heading to visit my friends in Brookline. Coming from Cambridge I gave no thought to how exactly I would bypass the racing route. I began traveling away from the city looking for a way, and noticed what seemed to be an exorbitant amount of police for the marathon. After about 45 minutes of driving around I realized…

My thoughts about the tragic

So I was visiting families in the South around the spring break of April. We actually did a road trip for about 20 hours drive. By the time we almost hit home, it was April 15, 2013. We were cutting through Boston to get to home and I know that it was Patriot’s Day so of course Boston would do their tradition Marathon running. I actually wanted…

Day of Sorrow, Makeshift Memorial at Arlington Street, Boston

The day after the Marathon bombing I was so angry and felt compelled to visit the make shift memorial at Boylston & Arlington Streets during my lunch hour. As I was tearfully reflecting on this tragedy, the police officer asked the crowd to help move the items such as flowers, t-shirts, a marathon medallion, that were generously donated at this…

I Was There

I was there.

I should write something.

I was there at the start when the air was alive with energy and anticipation. I was there when runners who prepared for months nervously counted down to the start of the race. I was there when it was a perfect day for running 26.2 miles, fueled by the energy of the volunteers and spectators lining the…

Pay our respect

Sunday 21st which was two days after the bombers were caught in Watertown, I decided to take the train into Boston with my newly rescue Pom name Neevy. We spent several hours at the site including many of the marathon runners. I think it was something we needed to do. Several people had their pets also at the site. NEEVY received many hugs and…

Running Home (My Story)

I watched the race with my daughter at Coolidge Corner a few blocks from where I grew up. It was the most beautiful Marathon day I can remember; I never felt more mesmerized or euphoric; I never cheered louder. When the police evacuated Beacon Street, runners were still pouring through. Though some commentators (including NPR) called them…

Reflections from a Finish volunteer

I hardly slept last night, laying snuggled up to a friend who had hosted me so that I didn't have to be alone, still wrapped in my yellow volunteer jacket and wearing jeans. I listened to the sirens of the endless police cars, fire trucks and ambulances hurrying to and from Copley, just about a mile away. At first, each one was like a new punch in…

The Mailbox

“Miss, do you remember seeing anyone suspicious? Anyone that looked out of place?”

We sat there in silence for the next minute. I thought about my day and the events that had occurred. As much as I thought, I couldn’t picture anyone out of place because I wasn’t looking for that.

I woke up early on Patriot’s Day to join friends and…