I can't really say my memories of Oklahoma are happy ones. The only thing I remember about it from my youth were the trips there from Missouri to visit my uncles in prison. Yep, jailbirds in the family. This visit was definitely sobering, as we journeyed a bit out of our way to see the site of the Oklahoma City bombing.
It doesn't look like much until you get right up to the fence, then it just hits you full force what happened there. It's kind of like The Wall in Washington, D.C. Everyone who walked up became very quiet while looking the site over, in a stunned sort of awe.
	The stories and gifts pinned to the fence surrounding the site are what really drives it all home...to realize how many individuals died in the blast.
You don't comprehend that they had faces and names and families and stories to tell and lives that will never be lived until you see the pictures and read the notes.
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