25 years ago today marks the anniversary of the worst domestic terrorist attack in the USA. These were the children pulled from the ruins who survived. I will never forget a girl I worked with, her cousin was one of the pre school teachers and her body was the last one removed from the wreckage. I worked with two people who lost loved ones in the bombing.
I will pray for the families of those lost in the bombing all the days of my life. It is strange there is no remembering except for those who lost their loved ones.
God has a goodness no one else possesses. He gave His only son so we may live. I know He remembers each and every name from that fateful morning of April 18, 1993. Our son Nick was going to turn 2 that summer and he was napping and I was watching a doll show on HSN TV. My friend Sharon called me, having seen the reports of the bombing on TV. I felt so guilty for not noticing what happened but 25 years ago the news was not in your face constantly. 25 years later I still remember but I don't watch constant news reports of the world today. It is sad, I pray kindness rules and hate slips away.
