Reading online and then watching the footage today of the horrific event that took place in downtown Boston, which happens to be my hometown, was really shocking. As far as I know, I myself am fortunate enough to be able to say, that I lost no one, and no person from my own family or set of friends was harmed. Others were not lucky — the little 8 year old boy, who was waiting to give his runner dad a hug at the finish line when the Boston Marathon bombings killed him.
So I’ve decided not to post on April 16th. I just want to be silent.
Although my heart is filled with fire at this moment, I will offer up a prayer instead.
We’ve been crying all day in my house. This should have been a day of triumph and celebration instead of tragedy.
After living through 9-11 while in New York City for many years, I thought I would be prepared for anything, emotionally. I was not.
Above is a photograph from photographer John Tlumacki, a 30 year veteran with The Boston Globe. John happened to be on the scene as the explosions fired off and captured nearly everything. He later gave a first hand account (interview) which can be viewed by visiting the Time Lightbox Blog. Some of the photos are graphic.