- Historic Sites
The Texas City Horror
July/august 1996 | Volume 47, Issue 4
When you are young you think that life will last forever, but in that high school classroom, I learned otherwise. For me, the hardest thing that came out of this tragedy was the death of my father. Strangely, even after the grisly discovery in the gym, the remnants of my hopes for finding him safe lingered on for several years in a recurring dream where we found him alive and well. Death of a loved one is always difficult, but at the age of seventeen, it simply felt unreal. Yet what once seemed impalpable has now become a part of life, and the events of that spring day will forever be engraved in my memory.