My meeting was at OU’s Children’s Hospital in the Physicians building. I hadn’t felt more like a country girl in a while than that day! Parking was confusing and people were running stop signs b/c I was taking too long trying to find out where to go/where I was. It was very frustrating. I ended up parking behind the VA Hospital. Before you get mad at me, I parked at the very back of the parking lot so that I wouldn’t take up space from those who might have struggles walking, etc. Yes, I’m a hero…it also would make finding the truck easier, so don’t start writing fan mail. =) (as if you would…) Anyway, I was awestruck. I felt very strongly an appreciation for the struggles of those I saw there. I didn’t go in to gawk or anything atrocious like that. However, I got a very strong sense of the sacrifices others have made for me. It reminded me of the debt we will always owe.
I took some time after our class on Thursday (and to walk off the sushi and Marble Slab!) to go to the Murrah Building bombing sight. I started that day emotional and ended it the same. Wow. I have wanted to go for some time, yet not done so. Since I was already in the area, I finally made time. What a profound experience. I can’t wait to go again, take Troy, and go the museum. I was teary just because of the pool, trees, walls, and chairs. It was truly heart rending. My memories about this are intertwined with my paternal grandfather’s death. He died a week before the bombing. As a relatively sheltered 19 year old, I thought that the world must surely be ending soon.
I had more stories at one point, but don’t remember right now. Soon I will post pictures of flowers and the house and stuff. Probably.
Shiann Metheny
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