It seems impossible that an entire year has already passed since the bombings occurred at the Boston Marathon.For myself ,that day a year ago began with the discovery of the passing of our beloved family pet Golden retriever. It was about 6 am when we found her appearing sound asleep on the floor of my son’s bedroom.

I remember pulling myself out of complete misery by thinking about watching the Marathon on television. Each year I really enjoy listening to the reasons people have for entering this daunting race.By far my favorite of all are the Hoyts. Father and son have been in this race for 31 years and serve as an inspiration for everyone. They have a real dedication to the marathon and to each other which is evident each time they are interviewed. I also like to watch the race for the front runners. These are the people that are running so fast that I find myself exhausted just watching them on the screen.

As I went about my day, I still had the television on for background noise. Every once in a while I would finish a chore and pop my head in to see what was going on. The race was going as scheduled and the leaders were already way ahead of the rest of the pack.

Then suddenly there was chaos and smoke surrounding the finish line. All television cameras were showing were people being thrown around while others ran. Police officers swarmed the scene, and the next thing we knew we were counting casualties. Among them a small child not yet ten years old.

Ambulances by the dozens were employed to transport the wounded to nearby hospitals, where the beds were filling up fast. Doctors and nurses were handling injuries in mass numbers unlike anything they had to handle before. The patients they were seeing were missing their legs. They had to endure surgeries that would enable them to heal from their wounds. The next step was physical therapy. And with the assistance of prosthetic’s, most of the amputees gained the ability to walk again. Some would once again grace the stage they had been on before to dance.

All of this possible through the outpouring of support from a city that operates with a small town feeling. Taking care of each other through donations to the Boston One Fund which would give some financial assistance to those who were injured in the bombing. People volunteering their time to transport some of the victims to their appointments . Their compensation was knowing they had helped even if only a little.

One year later and a whole lot stronger, the city of Boston is ready to host another Marathon!