I remember…. being on my way to work & hearing on the radio that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center and wondering how that even happened.
I remember…. working at Kay Jewelers and a guy working at Foot Locker with the TV on, saying another plane had crashed. I still didn’t understand how that could happen. I never even thought about terrorism.
I remember…. the feeling in my gut of being vulnerable and out of control. It was a scary feeling, having my sense of security completely taken from me.
I remember…. the pride we had as a country in the days & months after 9/11, how we all came together.
I remember…. getting the phone call that my little brother was going to war, that sick feeling returning to my stomach.
I remember…. my husband re-enlisting in the Army and the fear of the unknown mixed with my heart bursting with pride of my husband’s desire to serve our country.
I remember…. a little boy in Maddy’s pre school who lost his father in Afghanistan.
I remember…. when my husband came home and told me he would be deploying soon and trying to explain it to our children.
I remember…. the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that was there every second my husband was gone.
I remember…. realizing my children would grow up only knowing conflict and tension in the world. They will never have the secure feeling I had as a child. How naive I was, not even knowing prior to 9/11/01 that terrorism could even happen in the United States.
I remember…. every time I see my friend Colleen’s picture on facebook of her and her son, living without their husband/father who lost his life in Afghanistan.
I remember…. every time we drive past Warrior’s Walk and my kids all get quiet and salute the brave men and women who each have a tree dedicated in their memory.
I remember…. every time I lay in bed and listen to TAPS playing at 11:00 each night.
I remember…. EVERY DAY. not just Memorial Day. not just every September. But every time I see a soldier in uniform, hear a helicopter fly over our house, see my friends who are in the middle of a deployment, just getting done with one, or are preparing for one. Every time my kids know what different Army trucks are called- MRAP, HUMVEE, Tank. And know the difference between an Apache, Chinook, and Blackhawk helicopter. How I get emotional every single time I hear the National Anthem being played.
But most of all I remember…. the 2,996 people that lost their lives that day and the 6,639 US Military that have given their lives for our country since.
OUR FAMILY WILL NEVER FORGET.