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    April 19, 1995 - Remembering

    On this Easter weekend I remember the tragedy of April 19, 1995. Too often, over the years, we have experienced the tragic events of evil....but fortunately get reminded that even in hate....we can find love. In darkness...there can be light.

    Below, I have re-posted the text of my report two years ago about the Oklahoma City Bombing:

    I remember this day so well.

    I grew up in the Oklahoma City Area, my family has been there for 100 years. I was married there, my children born there, and I lived there on that awful day. Our life was intwined in the community and those that worked at the Murrah Building.

    I remember those that died. Some that had watched me turn from a teenager to a father.....and had doted on my kids while employees of a credit union, a place I personally banked from the time I was 16. I think about the children that died and pray for their parents and families.

    I remember the fear I had for my father……then the sweet sound of his voice on a phone, confirming that he was at home and not in court that day (he parked at the Fed building). I remember the pain the people of my hometown community felt as this tragic event unfolded. I remember trying to explain this to my 6 and 8 year old children and seeing the fear and confusion in their eyes. I remember the next day embracing an elderly lady at the grocery store as she wept. I remember a community that came together to support each other in a tragic time.

    But, I try to turn away from the awful feelings……….and remember how I felt a few days later when for just a few hours in this numbing madness……….I was able hear the most important sounds in life……….the laughter of children……..when I was coaching in a little league game two days later…….I remember so well how our stands were FULL of families……..escaping, but for a moment, in the laughter and delight of our children. A momentary escape……..but a memory that sustained us over the weeks……and is now burned in my mind……as a reminder of the most important elements of life.

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