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Apr. 15th, 2019 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
becomingkateSo, today's Patriots Day, and because we live in MA, my son and I get the day off from school. It's also the anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing.
I posted about it here a couple times, but that day was scary not only because of what happened but because one of the guys who did it went to college right up the street, where I am taking classes now. So when they thought he was here, they locked down the town. I actually had a doctor's appointment in town and I brought my son, but it was all over the news in the waiting room and it was just too weird to be out and about while this was going on, so we went home.
I had actually been thinking about going to Boston that day because Joey from NKOTB was running the marathon and I thought about going there to cheer him on. I've never been in Boston for the marathon although I've been in neighboring towns along the route to cheer people on. I decided not to go because my son and husband were home and they didn't really want to go, and I didn't want to go alone. Actually how I first heard about the bombing was when he tweeted and said he had crossed the finish line and heard the explosions a couple minutes later.
It was a very strange, sad day, definitely the most surreal things to happen around here in my memory.
I posted about it here a couple times, but that day was scary not only because of what happened but because one of the guys who did it went to college right up the street, where I am taking classes now. So when they thought he was here, they locked down the town. I actually had a doctor's appointment in town and I brought my son, but it was all over the news in the waiting room and it was just too weird to be out and about while this was going on, so we went home.
I had actually been thinking about going to Boston that day because Joey from NKOTB was running the marathon and I thought about going there to cheer him on. I've never been in Boston for the marathon although I've been in neighboring towns along the route to cheer people on. I decided not to go because my son and husband were home and they didn't really want to go, and I didn't want to go alone. Actually how I first heard about the bombing was when he tweeted and said he had crossed the finish line and heard the explosions a couple minutes later.
It was a very strange, sad day, definitely the most surreal things to happen around here in my memory.
