I remember that day, and the days and weeks that followed, as clearly as my little mind could capture them. I was five, in kindergarten. Blake was 18 months old, and I remember playing hide and seek at his parents house with him and Steve. When I learned of the bombing, I was at my Grandpa and Grandma Sparks house. I was too little to really get it, but I knew my family was sad. For a long time afterward, I can remember thinking he was just hiding, that miraculously they would find him somewhere in OKC. I don't have any eloquent words or exciting stories. Just some advice.
Hug your family extra tight tonight. Say I love you and mean it. Chase your dreams. Tomorrow is a gift, not a promise, and you never know what it might bring.
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Oklahoma City National Memorial
I remember that day, too, so clearly. We were on vacation, and we took a trip to the mountains that day. When we got home, we turned on TV and I saw the terrible news. My children were very young, the same age as so many of the children who were lost. I held them so tight that night, and have treasured every minute with them since.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry for your family's loss. I only hope and pray that we have all learned some lessons from what happened.
Such a beautiful post. I'm so sorry for your loss. Thanks for such an inspiring post.
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