Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Memories and Life

Not to be taken for granted...this thing we call life. Things change in a fleeting moment. 

Watching the coverage of the Boston Marathon Bombings has brought back some crazy feelings from my own experiences in life. This week we will gather as we have done each year since 1995 to remember those who fell to home soil terrorism. Do you remember where you were? Did you have a loved one involved?

I did. My father was a long time employee of the Veterans Administration as a Benefits Counselor. His office was located on the 5th floor of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building. He survived but not without great emotional and physical pain. Up until I lost my dad this last June, he continued to feel the effects of this tragedy. Every day, bits of glass would come to the surface on his body. Dad's whole body looked like a war zone of sorts after that day. His body pelted with glass and shrapnel from the blast. He lost an eye and completely severed the tendons in his left wrist. The emotional scars were always the worst, however. He retired from the job he loved but did not become complacent in his quest to seek justice for the 168 (19 of those being children) who lost their lives in this tragic event that was classified as the worst terrorist act on U.S. soil until the September 11th tragedy.  No, my father did not sit idle afterwards. He went to the McVeigh trial, he helped with the organization of the memorial and after 9/11, he became an advocate for those survivors as well. Dad closely worked with the 9/11 delegation to help bring about closure for them as he continued to seek his own closure. 
This Thursday night, he will be honored by some of the 9/11 delegation as they will be here for the anniversary services Friday morning. Our family and some of the other OKC delegation along with the New York delegation will gather and remember my dad for his heart and love for others. I'm humbled....so deeply humbled.



Life is not promised....not one single day. Take time to love people. Love is the strongest when it is being given away. The return is seven fold. Why waste your time in the bowels of hatred. Where does it get you? 
Continue to pray for all the families that have been and are now being affected by terrorism. By tragic events, by senseless acts of hate. Hold tight to what is present....you never know how long you will have it. 

Now go! And share your love! 

                                                                                                                Picture taken April 19th 2012. Dad left this earth, June 18th 2012.