Stephen finished the race about an hour after Mark. The second bomb exploded just behind where Stephen's hand is on the other side of the street.
I snapped this picture of Mark when we found him in the family meeting area. Then I sat down by him and within one minute we heard the first bomb go off.This is a view of the dozens of ambulances lined up along Huntington St. waiting to get to the medical tent to take victims to the hospital.
Our hotel was in a lockdown and we could not get out. We assembled all our food to see what we had to survive on. We hadn't eaten since about 6AM, and by now it was 4PM, and Mark and Stephen had just run 26.2 miles! We were starving. It is a good thing my sister in law brought cookies!
I took this picture with my phone after the nine of us settled down in our hotel room to process what had happened. We were all in shock. I can never forget the looks on the faces of everyone we passed as we walked to the hotel as the new of the horror of what happened was reaching all the runners and families.
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