April 19, 1995. The day that forever changed Oklahoma. We became a ball of fear, caution and grief. But at the same time we turned to each other for comfort. We leaned more on our faith. Hugged our children tighter. Loved our neighbors more. Oklahoma was on display for the world. That same world embraced us and became a smaller place. We became stronger.
The Survivor Tree~ a 90-year-old American Elm that was witness to the violence of April 19. “The spirit of this city and this nation will not be defeated; our deeply rooted faith sustains us.”
May we never forget ♥
stuff i tell my sister 
Oh my luv, my sister in faith…you’re so right. We will NEVER forget and I for one am thankful for the strength, sisterhood and brotherhood that resulted from that tragic day. It touched our family then, and touches our family and hearts now. You are always in my prayers and forever in my heart. Love you…xoxoxo
My babies were so young when this occurred. And we were leaving our house that day to go downtown to hear the OKC symphony orchestra. A frightening and sad day. My babies learned in ways they shouldn’t have… so much sadness ♡
So heartbreaking. My little brother, stationed at Tinker, was part of the recovery and it changed his life forever. My first visit to OKC…he would not even take me to the memorial. He can’t go near it.
Bless your brother’s heart. The memorial is a revered place…. and the visits are not easy ones.
This is a powerful post, Paula. I remember that sad day so clearly.