The Renshaw resort...part 2.

The base of the Jesus statue......
I was so drawn to this statue.....I didn't want to leave.

The tokens of love left on the fence are heart-wrenching.

This tree sits across the street from the point of the blast, but it survived, and is now a sign of strength to the survivors of the blast, and to all the people who lost loved ones that tragic day. God Bless them all...............

The field of chairs sits on the actual site where the building stood. A chair for each victim, with their name on it. The small chairs signify the precious children who were taken from this world that day. At night, the bases of the chairs light up, and I want to one day see it at night......

The bomb went off at 9:02, so these gates represent the timeline of the event...
the first picture above is the gate representing 9:01,.....everything was fine........the pool of shallow water represents the time of the blast, and the street actually was where the pool is now. The truck that held the device was sitting just about right in the middle of the pool......and then the gate in the above picture represents 9:03, when nothing would ever be the same again.


As promised, here are some more pics of our trip. The bombing site is such an emotional place, and is just beautiful. We didn't stay long, because the heat and humidity were brutal that day, and Lora and Mom were both having trouble breathing. There is no way to see it all in one trip anyway, and I will hopefully get to take Mom back in the fall, and spend more time. I've been there twice now, and I must say, I come away each time a different human being. The senselessness of it all is very hard to process. The first time I was there, I was also with Heather and James, and it hit me VERY hard to see the field of chairs. I decided then that each time I visited, I would choose a small chair to kneel next to and say a prayer. And so I did again this time. But I don't think I will ever get used to it. And actually, I hope I don't. That would mean that my heart would be hardened, and I pray that NEVER happens.
So that is just a small part of our tour, meet me here again to see April's classroom that she will be teaching 4th grade in, and my first visit to the famous Eskimo Joe's. Thank you for visiting me, and ya'll come back soon! (i picked up my Okie accent while i was there!) Love to all, and God Bless You!