I didn’t know what to write about today.
9/11 changed my life, but it did that to everyone. And it wasn’t in a way that was traumatic or full of grief. At least until my husband went to war 3 years later because of it.
My story 10 years ago today is of a flight that was canceled on the way to see Sam graduate Marine Corps boot camp. I was an upset 18 year old, but I couldn’t fathom what it all really meant. It was a day I remember bits and pieces of, trying to grasp what on earth was going on.
Our real 9/11 story started months after that and still continues in where we are right now.
Today is the day for people who lost someone. Who were forever affected by this in a way that left scars so deep they still cry when they talk about it. It’s their day.
I remember them today. My prayer is that they find a little solace in knowing we all are remembering their stories and loved ones.