Tomorrow is April 19th. With 9-11 and the Boston Marathon, and other more current examples of human inhumanity, this 19th anniversary of the event that rocked Oklahoma and the world will likely slide by with little notice from the national media. But for those who lived through it, who responded in the first wave of rescuers and didn’t go home for days, we remember. Always.
I’ll be offline most of the weekend. The ugly ghost of PTSD rears it’s head this time of year. I close my eyes and the scenes of that day are superimposed against the black screen of my memory. I don’t need the photographs I took, dutifully recording the scene as was my job, to remember.
I’m going to read, catch up on TV shows, and maybe work on SWEETHEART. And while I’ll do my best to sleep through 9:02 a.m. tomorrow, I’m sure I’ll be awake. If you remember, take a moment to send a prayer to the Universe that something like this won’t happen again, that humans will learn to deal with each other with honor and respect for life.
See you Monday.