Heather Abbott never misses the Boston Marathon. Not before 2013 and not since.
She hosts an annual watch party on Boylston Street, right near the finish line, filled with friends and supporters. The location is ideal—a spot to witness all the joy and catharsis of months of work ending in accomplishment—and so is the company. The group always includes some of her fellow amputees, people she has met through mutual friends or through her foundation, for which the party is a fundraiser.
“We’re all part of that one community,” says David Hiler, one of the group. “We’re like a true band, a true team, when we go down there together and watch and cheer people on.”
