Thirty years ago today Timothy McVeigh’s bomb destroyed the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, killing 168 men, women, and children.
Even now, it hurts to remember. And it’s hard to believe so much time has passed. I’ve written a lot about being in OKC that day, but thirty years is a long time. In recent years the day has often slipped by unnoticed, and I might have forgotten it again this year had not CNN been running a special about it. I watched a bit of it last night only because I stumbled across some coverage I’d not seen before. But I don’t want to watch and relive it all again. I’m going to leave it in the distant, dark corner of memory where I found it.
I think I still have the Time Magazine with a list (and photos) of all the victims. Not sure where, but I don’t think I would have gotten rid of it even during my many moves.
I don’t recall seeing that. But I don’t think I was reading a lot of national coverage at the time. Was glued to the tv and local news outlets. It felt like a death in the family, and in a way it was.