This morning we woke to the news that at least three people were killed after a series of bomb explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
Hundreds more have been injured.
This is a post from Lisa Hickey. Lisa was in Boston watching her daughter compete in the race and was standing on the street between the two blasts when they went off.
This is her account.
By LISA HICKEY
My daughter Allie, 21, was running the Marathon — her first. My younger daughter, Shannon, 17 went with my ex-husband Mark and I to cheer Allie at the halfway point in Wellesley. After seeing Allie, and getting a sense of her timing, we dashed into Boston to watch her cross the finish line.
Shannon and I were on the corner of Exeter and Boylston — my son John and other daughter Kit were somewhere in the crowd but we hadn’t caught up with them. The crowds were 3 or 4 rows deep so Mark, my ex, walked down a few blocks to see if he could get us a better spot. Shannon and I were peering over people’s heads, and we knew Allie was close to the finish because we started to see people finishing the marathon who we had seen at the halfway point.
The first explosion sounded like a gas explosion — like a manhole cover had blown up. White smoke started shooting straight up from that area. Shannon said “what was that?” and grabbed my arm. We started walking quickly away from the area — I felt I had to get her to safety, and find Allie. Then the second explosion happened, louder, the ground shook. I didn’t realize at the time, but it was coming from the direction we were walking towards. At that point it was starting to get chaotic, and people were running and shouting that it was a bomb. My mind had been slow processing that it was a bomb before someone said the word “bomb” out loud, but as soon as they did, I thought, “Of course it’s a bomb. We’re at the Boston Marathon. That’s what someone who wanted to terrify people would do.”
I had the most primal urge to protect my kids at all costs. Shannon wanted to run into a building, but I was worried about the glass. We ducked into an ATM for a moment. There wasn’t any place that seemed safe, but what I really wanted to do was run down the street to find Allie.