Monday, April 15th will be a day that we will not soon forget. The kids were off of school for spring break in New England. We had plans to stay put in Boston because our next set of visitors were set to arrive in Wednesday morning. We were excited to take in our first (and probably only) Boston Marathon. The marathon route runs just south of where we live by only six blocks where they are approximately at the 20 mile mark in their quest.
We didn't really know what to expect as we set out. We did know one friend from our church back in Minnesota that was running and we were excited to try and spot him as he ran past.
We heard the cheering immediately from our front door step; there was excitement in the air. It was clear that this was a family day for Boston as families came in droves to cheer on both strangers and friends.
We watched the elite and those that ran for special cause and had nothing but admiration for everyone that ran.
We made the decision before leaving the house, that we did not want to go to the finish line and fight the crowds and find parking. We didn't know how important that decision truly was.
The Boston Bombing 2013
We began to receive text messages asking us if we were OK? Were you at the finish line?
We had no idea what had just happened at the finish line, but quickly went inside and turned on the TV.
Two bombs exploded at the finish line. 3 people died, nearly 200 injured and no one knew who or why.
