Labor Day weekend of 2001, Mom, Angie, Robin and I went to NYC for the weekend. What a difference eight days would make. How haunting those pictures seem now.
I was at work the morning of 9/11, just an ordinary Tuesday. When the word started to spread through the office about what was happening, no one could believe it, but we were afraid not to. America? Attacked? How was that possible?
My boss had a small TV in her office and we crowded in there off and on during the day for updates and explanations.
R was on terminal leave from the Army. For weeks we waited with baited breath for him to be recalled to duty since he was Airborne Infantry. For whatever reason, but likely the grace of God, he wasn't.
Such a huge loss for so many people, for so many families, for our country, for so many, many things. And those losses are still occurring because our service men and women are still going over there. And even when they come home, those who come home bring back experiences that will have changed their lives forever. And the families who lost loved ones that day? They will always be affected too.
9/11.
I will never forget.
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