What can be said about this day? It's taking everything inside of me to not use the "h word" to explain my feelings. After all, that word is what caused this day to begin with. Eleven years later and it truly feels like no time has passed at all.
I'm a proud American, who loves my country like there is no other. You need not be anything more than that to understand the gravity of this day and to feel the pain.
Today, I am haunted by the memories of that day, just as a watchful fifteen year old in history class. I had no idea how much that day would mean to me, eight years later as a military spouse.
My heart aches for the wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, and friends who have had to carry on without someone they loved and lost that day. Their grief is something I cannot begin to fathom. I am thinking of the babies who never knew their fathers and the children who had to grow up without a parent. I am thinking of the heroes who were made that day, running into a burning building while everyone else was running out. Heroes who stood with crying, frightened, and injured on the floors of the WTC that climbed into the sky. The heroes of flight 93 who jumped into action to save thousands more. As a frequent traveler, I simply cannot imagine knowing my end was coming. I just can't.
Today, I am proud to know so many who have answered the call to serve. Incredibly proud. In my time as a military spouse turned military advocate, I've encountered some truly amazing men and women. Those who have served with honor and selfless sacrifice. I am better for having met them and for having them in my life, regardless of how brief the meeting. They've each left an impression on my heart.
I am thankful to be an American. I am proud to be an American.
God Bless America.
For last years blog entry on 9-11, click here.
Where were you on September 11th, 2001?