I have a much more light hearted post complete, but it will wait until tomorrow.
I was driving to work when the first plane hit. I was pulling into the parking lot when the first news broadcast hit the radio.
The personally scary part about that day was actually the night before. I tossed and turned because of the dreams I had. I even commented to the man at my address, when he asked what the problem was, "I dreamed about explosions and fire all night long." That conversation happened about 6 am on the same day.
Later that night, one of my girls had soccer practice. Living in a rural area, we have a better view of the night sky. I remember talking to the other parents about how eerily still the skies were without the air traffic.
From that moment - life as we knew it will never be the same.
Tonight, Abby's softball team will commemorate the date wil a special service recognizing our military, law enforcement, and emergency response personnel. Personally, I will be prayerfully remembering.
We will not forget.
2 comments:
How could we ever forget. Today at school we observed a moment of silence in honor of those who died that day and for those in the military who have died since fighting to protect us.
I am glad your daughter's softball team is commemorating the tragic day.
Your dreams are totally amazing in retrospect. Just really un-nerving.
I took the girls to school and run some errand that morning-returned home and turned on the tv to see the first plane hitting the tower. I too think we should never forget.
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