April 15th, 2013. I was in the car on the way to my piano lesson when I heard something on the radio that caught my attention. It was rumored that Boston, Massachusetts had been bombed.
I went into my piano lesson, not thinking too much of it. I thought it was maybe just an accident or a pipe burst in a store. Little did I know, this was one day that would mark history forever.
It was Patriot’s Day. It was the day of the annual Boston Marathon. Two terrorists bombed the end of the Boston Marathon finish line, killing three people and injuring 264 spectators. My dad always ran in the Boston Marathon, but this time we got lucky. He decided not to run in 2013 because his knees were getting bad and running 26.2 miles again would be difficult.
I was born in Foxboro, Massachusetts and that’s not too far from Boston. I thought about my friends and family living in Massachusetts and how this act or terrorism affected them.
At the time of the bombing, my brother, Tim, was visiting at his dad’s house in Foxboro. He was going to go into Boston for Patriot’s Day, but there was too much traffic and it would’ve been too busy if he went.
Almost. That’s what I keep saying to myself. I almost lost my dad that day. I almost lost my brother that day. If things had played out differently, who knows what could’ve happened.
The Boston bombing really hit home for me. I felt protective over the city that I love and two people could have destroyed it in an instant. I will never understand how two people could have enough hatred and cruelty in their hearts to harm innocent people. What led the terrorists to the bombing? What was their motive? I still have hundreds of unanswered questions floating around in my head.
People were devastated all over America. But, Boston came back. The entire country supported Boston and remembered the lives that were lost. The city worked to clean up the streets and stay strong in the face of fear and terrorism.
I go up to Boston every summer, but it was so refreshing to visit Boston during the summer of 2013 to walk by the finish line where the bombing happened, and see candles in windows of the shops nearby. Pedestrians would stop for a moment to remember and never forget.
On April 21st, 2014, the day of yet another Boston Marathon, we came back. Boston Strong.