I was in a thrift store with my friend and he insisted I look over at a small vintage television set that was airing an alert from a local news station. It was covering the mass chaos of a bombing that had just happened a few miles from us. My friend would take me home and go on to a triage center the Red Cross had set up to help collect dental records from family members. So many stories of sadness he later shared with me. Though I have my thoughts on what I believe death to be, as a mother, when I see this picture it still gets to me in a deep and personal place.
Aftermath of the Alfred P. Murrah Building Bombing
Day 09 — A photo you took:
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago