Do you remember where you were when you heard the news?
How unbelievable it was, that you were trying to grasp the nature of what was happening.
Who you first thought of.
Seeing it as it happened- or, the first of many replays….
The second tower being hit.
Wave after wave of first responders pouring into the buildings.
News of other attempts that failed to reach their targets, but didn’t fail in taking lives.
When the first tower fell.
Then the second.
That it looked like a child’s erector set. Except it wasn’t.
How young your children were.
How tightly you held them.
How you feared for their future.
How you feared for the present.
The eerie emptiness of the skies.
How everyone went where it mattered most- home.
Seeing the brave police officers, firefighters, EMTs and military personal who came onto the scene as everyone else was trying to flee.
Later, supporters lining the streets, cheering them on as they searched for those they already knew were lost.
How homes all had candles burning in the windows that night.
How you never saw so many American Flags flying in the wind.
How you no longer fell under a specific political party, but instead were just American.
How after 10 years, your kids are older, you are wiser, and life went on, but it still seems unbelievable that it happened.
Let us continue to grow older. Be wiser. Hold our children tighter. Be brave.
But never let us forget.
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