Truth be told: Understanding the Boston Marathon bombings is impossible
Yesterday, an unspeakable tragedy struck the people of Boston and shook the world. The running of the 117th Boston Marathon ended in death and destruction when two bombs exploded near the finish line, killing three and injuring 150. Among the youngest victims who died was an 8-year-old boy, Martin Richard, from Dorchester, Massachusetts.
Martin was at the Boston Marathon, standing alongside his mother and 6-year-old sister, to cheer on his father, William Richard, as he raced in the marathon. Martin ran to greet his father at the finish line when the bombs went off, killing the young boy. His mother and sister were also seriously injured in the explosion. This family did nothing to deserve this horrible tragedy, they just happened to be in the wrong place at the worst time. They were innocent victims.
As a mother of an 8-year-old myself, I find this story to be particularly saddening. My heart is broken for his family who will have to carry on without their son and I cannot imagine the grief his father is feeling if he had to helplessly witness the entire thing happen. Days will pass, events where Martin's absence will be felt harder. The pain of losing your child never leaves; it lingers with varying degrees of hurt.
As parents, our children are everything. They are the good we do in the world, they are the best of us and they are hope for a better tomorrow. My children are my reason for getting up in the morning. I can't even imagine having that so senselessly stolen from me. I don't want to. The thought of it takes my breath away.
The explosions may have only killed 3 people, which any human life lost is too much, but compared to some other catastrophic events it may seem small. But when you consider that our children are our world, and everyone is someone's child, this blast effectively shattered worlds. Not only did it rob families of their loved ones, it robbed all of us of our innocence and trust.
The world has changed since 9/11. We are more guarded and jaded and less trusting and more scared, in general. But, we have also become more cohesive. When tragedy struck, we stuck together. We help because we now know that none of us are safe and it could happen to any of us. It only takes being in the wrong place at the wrong time for life, as we know it, to be taken away.
Our hearts and prayers are with the people of Boston, the Richard family and all of those families who lost loved ones or were affected by this senseless tragedy.
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