Remembering 9/11

I remember putting my 3 oldest children on the school bus on a clear, crisp, perfect morning.

I remember nonchalantly putting on the "Today Show" as a then toddler, Evan & I went about our morning chores.

I remember seeing the coverage of the smoke coming from the Trade Center, and then watching in disbelief as the second plane hit the second tower.

I remember feeling emotions that I, at that time, had no words for - and still don't.

I remember calling my husband in central New Jersey, needing to hear his voice, knowing that he was far enough away from harm, but still not being able to get through.

I remember the fear of knowing there were planes in the air, and some were missing.

I remember putting on the "normal" face for Evan, so he wouldn't be afraid.

I remember being torn - should I go get the other kids from school?? How would I explain something that I didn't understand??

I remember praying for friends, neighbors, and acquaintances that I knew worked in the city.

I remember collapsing and sobbing in my husbands arms when he finally came home, completely soaking his shirt with pent up emotion.

I remember the deafening silence as air traffic ceased, and a nation grieved.

I remember those that lost family, friends & co-workers, I pray peace for you today.

I remember our men & women in uniform. I am grateful and humbled by your bravery and sacrifice. Thank you.