Tonight I have had thoughts of 9/11 running through my mind. My daughter had dropped my two grandsons off at 6:30 on her way to work. I had got Tanner off for the morning and talked Chase (21 months) into lying back down with me. We had just gotten up when Lorie called me, telling me about the first plane hitting the WTC. I assumed it was a small plane and was an accident. I tuned into Good Morning America in time to see on Live TV the second jet hit the 2nd tower. Someone on GMA said "Oh dear God", in a small whisper. It sounded like a prayer and that's all I could think too. I was shocked! I held Chase and cried. When we heard about the plane going down into the field, and the brave people on it that gave their life rather than let them kill more people I bawled like a baby. I know I prayed, cried and even said some bad words that day! It made no sense! I knew it was deliberate, I keep thinking "how dare they", I watched in horror as people jumped to their death, and then the towers slowly fell. The rolling dust taking everything in its path. I, like so many others will never forget that day!
I will never forget all those that called loved ones one last time to say "I love you". The babies born later that never got to see their fathers. The brave Policemen and Firemen that gave their all, that climbed those stairs surely knowing what was very likely to happen. The priest that went to give comfort and was killed. There were so many stories about every day people that became hero's...people that make America what it is. A wonderful country to be proud of. How blessed we are to live here.
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The personal stories of loss and very human responses are still very touching even after all these years. I read brief pieces of every Canadian who died in those building. All we interesting successful people who left lovely people behind.
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