We think we visited the Oklahoma City National Memorial 5 or 6 years ago when we were home on our first furlough. The kids were too young to remember or to understand. This time, however, was a different experience for everyone. The kids understood. We went ahead and paid the admission to the museum, which was worth the money. Sally and I were both surprised at the deep emotions it evoked from our memories.
Looking toward the west.
The Survivor Tree with the Museum in the background.
The memorial chairs.
Sally and the girls at the reflecting pool.
This water fountain is across the street at the First United Methodist Church. What a great witness!