Today is Sept 11. I always remember growing up hearing my parents or adults say: I remember where I was when JFK was shot, or an actor passed away or something significant. Never did I think I would to have an experience like that. To say I remember where I was or what I was doing. Sept 11 is something none of us could have ever
imagined. And I do remember where I was and what I was doing that morning. Jack was about 7 months old, he was sitting in his high chair having
breakfast, the today show was on and Drew was getting ready for work. I watched the whole thing unfold. Seeing the first plane and listening to Matt
Lauer say they thought it was a terrible accident. Then in a few minutes realizing it was not an accident. That is when pure terror set in. For many reasons, but
mostly 2. My brother and sister in law. My brother is a pilot for AA and i didn't know his schedule that month and he often
flys to NY, I was frantically calling trying to find out where he was. And thank
God he was safe. My sister in law worked in the bottom of the world trade center. We got a phone call from her husband not sure where she
was and this point the
buildings had
collapsed. I just started praying, there was nothing else to do. I threw on some clothes and put Jack in the car and went to my other sister in laws to wait by the phone. I will not try to retell my sister in law's experience, but I will tell you it was miracle she is alive. She saw things she should have never seen, things you would see in a war. But she was safe. So today I remember where I was, what I was doing and still remember how I felt. I want to remember and pray for the families today that lost their loved ones, the ones who don't get to kiss their husband goodbye in the morning, the dads and moms who left their kids motherless or fatherless. I am grateful that I have my family.
Joy
These pictures were from the first day of school this year!
