Patriots’ Day commemorating the anniversary of the Battles of Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775, which were the first battles of the American Revolutionary War, is celebrated every year in Boston.
Schools are closed, the Redsox play, and the renown Boston Marathon is run and celebrated by Massachusetts residents and visitors.
In many cases, running the Boston Marathon requires raising thousands of dollars for charity while the runner works for months or years to get into shape to run the 26 miles.
All along the race route, residents line the road and encourage the runners on while families gather at the finish line to cheer their loved one on as they complete the race.
My family has gathered there twice in the past to cheer my son-in-law on as he crossed that line.
Yesterday as families and friends gathered at the finish line, terrorism struck.
Those of us who live in the Northeast and love Boston are still wondering why. When the investigation is complete, there probably won’t be a logical reason because this type of cowardly attack is not logical.
As adults, we watched the tragedy of 9/11 unfold and lost what was left of our innocence that day. Yesterday, I watched my grandchildren lose theirs.