I had just gotten into bed last night when my Mom told me that she drove by St. Al’s and she took pictures. I laid there under my covers and just kind of grunted. She asked me if I wanted to see the pictures and I told her that I didn’t.
I didn’t think I could handle it because I knew that it’s going to be sad. I asked her what it looked like and she just said, “Rubble.” I let that word sink in for a moment and then I told her that I HAD TO see the pictures and she gave me her phone:
Once I looked at the picture, I gasped! I couldn’t even say anything. Mom was right, it’s rubble. Just as I was handing her the phone, I asked her to send the picture to me. Then I asked a rhetorical question. “Do you know how many memories I have on this plot of land?!”
My ENTIRE education is in that plot of land from kindergarten to 12th grade. The biggest thing that got me though was the fact that you can see the church in the back on the right. I received all of my sacraments in that church and my Dad was buried out of that church. I have seen the grade and I school for my entire life and now it is no longer there!