As I watched bulldozers line up to take a bite out of a gnarled building, I felt a lump in my throat. Unfortunately, it was too late to try my normal pinching method. I might be the only journalist that day who cried when the walls of Moore Medical Center crumbled like a sand castle. And I’m OK with that. To some, Moore Medical Center was just a building. Steel bars and concrete. But to me, that hospital was part of a community. My community.
As I watched years worth of construction come down in a matter of seconds, I started to think. People began their lives here. People ended their lives here. This was a second home to many employees. Moore Medical Center also was a landmark to the corner of Fourth Street and Telephone Road. I’ve not been by the site since Tuesday. I’m not sure if I’m ready to see what it looks like right now. And I’m almost certain when I go by again, it will be another emotional moment.
When I do visit, I’ll remember the encouraging words that Moore City Manager Steve Eddy spoke last Tuesday: “A hospital is such an important part of a community in terms of service that is provided and just community life, really. It is sad to see what’s happened to it, but it also means new life and new things. That’s true with everything in town here. It’s sad, sad, sad to see, but out of it will come new and better and bigger. We’ve done that two times now with storms in the past and it gets better every time.”