September 11, 2001

I’ve been crying for two days and expect that I will still be crying tomorrow.

I remember this day as clearly as if it happened this morning. I had just poured a 2nd cup of coffee and was watching the morning news. And then I saw the second plane crash into the South Tower. When realization settled in and I knew that we were under attack, all I wanted to do was curl up in my Dad’s lap. Not my husband, not my friends, but my Dad. I needed my Dad.

A few days later, a friend called me. She said that it was not healthy for me to “dwell” on it. I know she was only trying to comfort me but she did not realize how very deeply the attacks had effected me. My country is a huge part of my life. We don’t just hang out the flag on Memorial Day.

My family was on the Mayflower.

I have 9 Grandfathers that fought in the Revolutionary War.

Six Grandfathers enlisted in the Civil War.

My Grampa was in WWI and my Dad served 3 1/2 yrs in WWII.

All these people are part of me. I have to dwell on it, it’s what we do.

And we shed a few tears along the way.