I stopped at the National Memorial last Thursday on my way to Denton. I had been wanting to stop there for quite a while, but had not had the opportunity. It was cold, gray and damp when I was there and it compounded the somber nature of the place. The empty chairs are compelling when you think about how each chair represented an adult or child who was killed in the bombing. I want to go back again on a warmer day and visit the museum as well as spend more time in the memorial garden.