This week has been a really tough week for me.  Do you ever feel just a little off?  I’ve learned that when you hit moments like this, it is because you are on the brink of something great. So it is ironic that my tough week ends on a tough day for me.  September 11, 2001 will be a day I will never forget.

9/11 was suppose to be the end of a much needed vacation for me.  I had spent 2 weeks visiting Seattle, Wash., where my sister lived at the time.  I was scheduled to fly home that Tuesday.  I woke up that day to a frantic phone call from my friend asking me where I was.  She told me to turn the television on, and I went into complete shock.  I remember reading the letters going across the bottom of the television screen saying Tacoma Airport closed.  My mind rushed as I hoped that everyone I knew was ok.  I called the east coast for updates, the airport to find out when I could come home, and work to tell them I was not going to make it back.  I remember spending hours on the phone that day.  I remember crying and feeling like I had never wanted to be home so bad.  It took me another whole week to make it home.  To shorten the story, I missed a good friends wedding.  (I was suppose to be a bridesmaid.) I have never experienced the feelings of desperation that I felt during that time. 

Today, I still cry over the thousands of lives that were lost, for the families that were left without their loved ones, and for the country that I love so much.  9/11 affected in ways I can never put into words.  It has become a point of reference for me,  before 9/11 and after 9/11.  I remember events in my life that way.  I know it seems kind of weird, but I would not want it any other way.  Why?  So that I will never forget!

Bonus: What were you doing on that day?