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.
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.
ReplyDeleteI am glad your daughter's softball team is commemorating the tragic day.
Your dreams are totally amazing in retrospect. Just really un-nerving.
ReplyDeleteI 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.