Mommy Musings

Today is a day of remembrance.  It is a day to remember the parents who never got to hug their children.  The husbands who never got to kiss their wives.  The children whose lives were cut too short.  The business men and women...the flight attendants...the cops...the firemen.  The 23, the 37, the 343, the 2,977.  It is a day to be quiet, to reflect, to honor.  It is a day to show the victim's families that we have not, and will not, forget. I have talked about this day a few times before on the blog.  I have talked about w here I was that day .  I shared my feelings when they were going to build a mosque at Ground Zero .  I recapped Skip's and my trip into the city to visit the memorial .  I shared a letter from my dad's friend who died in the Towers .  I've talked about the fear.   But today all I can think about is the victims...the families left behind...and those that survived that horrific day....

While I was very lucky that none of my family and friends {other than twelve of my dad's business partners} were killed on September 11, 2001, that day forever changed who I am.  Living that close to NYC, I could see the smoke, the gaping hole where the towers once stood.  I cannot describe how scary it was to have a terrorist attack of that magnitude happen in practically my backyard.  The fear I had of it happening again stayed with me for a really long time.  And on 9/11, life as I knew it changed forever.  My cousin and all the boys I'd come to know and love from his senior class at West Point were now preparing for war.  For years and years I then knew someone deployed at all times.  And as we all military wives and families know, once they come home from war, the war still hasn't left them.  All the men I know still suffer from something they experienced over there.  All because of what happened on 9/11. So when my dad and sis...