Travesty, Fear and Sadness Have Hit the Bay State

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Where were you when you heard what happened yesterday as two bombs exploded at the finish line of the Boston Marathon? I was driving, thinking, “What do I have to do the rest of the day?” It’s unfathomable. After all,  as I was thinking of something so simple and stressing out, many innocent bystanders were in the midst of a brutal attack on our city. It wasn’t until I called my aunt at 6 PM, I found out what really occurred.  Anger, frustration, devastation and panic were feelings that arose as her voice permeated through the phone.  After all, it was a beautiful day in Boston; perfect weather for the runners and perfect weather for the spectators. I remember attending the marathon as a little girl, with my family and family friends. We would always have a great time.  My sisters and I would walk around, vendor after vendor, we would fill our knapsacks with the free gimmicks and what nots, and we would cheer each of the runners on as they passed by.  It was a day when there was no school.  It was exciting. I always looked forward to the Boston Marathon.  Now, well, I feel as if every fond memory of those pastimes was taken from me in an instant, as one bomb after another exploded into the crowd.

WEEI, 93.7 has full coverage, all day today, of the travesty that took place at around 3 PM yesterday afternoon. I have been enveloped in it all morning – 176 injured, 3 dead and 17 in critical condition.  Martin Richard, the 8 year old boy who died, moments before the bomb went off, ran into the street to give his father who was on his way to finishing the marathon, a hug.  When he returned to his mother and sister, the bomb detonated and he was dead, his mother suffers from a brain injury and is in critical condition, and his younger sister’s leg was amputated. Those are the memories that many families will have as the Boston Marathon draws near year after year.  That’s what I am going to remember every time I think of the Boston Marathon now.  Not only did those responsible for these inhumane acts take lives and devastated families and friends of these victims, but they also took fond memories of the way it used to be, of the way it should have been, and of the way it should always be.

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Eight-year-old Martin Richard, pictured above, was killed in an explosion at the Boston Marathon as he waited to give his father a hug at the finishing line. Denise Richard suffered a brain injury and his younger sister lost a leg in the blast.

It’s crazy to think 45 minutes before the explosions fans were in the stands at Fenway Park cheering on the Boston Red Sox, who took another victory against the Rays. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Mike Napoli hit a two-run double which made it possible to win the game.

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