9/11

Its going to be the 10th anniversary of 9/11 in less than 36 hours. I still cannot believe that. I still remember waking up watching a plane crash into one of the buildings. It was so surreal. I remember my mom telling me its probably an accident and that she was going to work. I got in the car with M and her brother and another friend. We drove to school in shock. We couldn’t wrap our high school minds around this sort of hate and carnage. I remember walking the halls and seeing people with fear in their eyes. Some student’s hard parents that traveled regularly to NYC for work and others who had family that lived there. I remember thinking how silly it was for me to go home and right as I walked into Mrs. Cone’s class I got my note to go home. I met my sister down stairs and our whole family was congregated around the TV. It was so quiet that night. Since all the planes were grounded, everything was such an errie still. Cars weren’t on the roads, planes weren’t in the sky. Everyone was home, where they belong. The sense of anger that day was later shadowed with a pride no one could fake. Pride that you felt deep in your soul. We scouroed the city looking for an American flag and never found one. What an amazing feeling that was. After this sadness came a togetherness. Watching those firemen and law enforcement officers covered in dust and ash gave me goosebumps. Who am I kidding, they give me goosebumps just thinking about it now. Wow. Just wow. How selfless you must be to do that. I sit back and wonder if put in the same position, would I? Regardless, these brave men and women are no doubt heroes.






I think this 9/11 hits close to home because of the Husband. He is an amazing law enforcement officer that was born for this job. He love what he does and does what he loves. It amazes me how natural this profession has come to him. This 9/11 he will be working and assisting in a horrible wildfire we have about 13 miles away from our house. If I haven’t said it before, he’s my own personal hero.





So on Sunday, I’m going to church and then taking the Husband some goodies to let him know I love him and more than anything, appreciate him. That’s the one downfall of his (and every other first responder’s) job. People love them when they need them and hate them any other time.