Friday, September 11, 2009


I will never forget that day.

I was pregnant with my youngest and my other two were two and five. My oldest hadn't started K because he was past the cut off date. I had overslept because I hadn't slept well the night before. DH called and told me to see if I could find out anymore because he'd heard a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Grumpy, I turned on the TV just as the second plane hit the tower. I called him back and then my grandmother. We talked until after both towers collapsed.

I didn't cry until the towers went down. It was surreal. Before becoming a Mom I had been a Police Dispatcher. I worked with Police and Fire and Rescue. And when those towers went down I knew the majority of those killed would be men and women like I'd worked with. The kind of people who charge into danger when the rest of us run from it. And it hurt.

I remember Donald Rumsfeld pulling people out of the Pentagon and the Secret Service trying to get him to safety. I remember the look on President Bush's face when he was told. Some said it was fear. I saw something else. It was shock then determination.

I let the boys watch the live feed rebroadcast on MSNBC for a little while this morning. They need to remember - we must NEVER FORGET! We were attacked for just being us. The United States of America. Freedom isn't free.

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