I woke up this morning walked outside and looked up at the beautiful blue sky dotted with billowy white clouds and was immediately transported back 10 years. The sky looked exactly the same that terrible morning. I remember turning off the television that morning and scooping up my almost one year old and stepping outside with tears in my eyes as I surveyed that same beautiful sky knowing that the world had forever changed.
I remember seeing those horrific images on TV over and over again and each time I could feel my heart breaking for the families who would not see their loved ones again. I remember being amazed by the courageous men and women who without hesitation headed toward the devastation to help their fellow citizens. I remember the evolving story of Flight 93 in Pennsylvania and how ordinary people banded together to do something extraordinary. I remember the hole in the Pentagon. I remember the feeling of helplessness. I remember the reading of the names at Ground Zero. I remember watching our President leading his nation with such grace and determination. I remember the anger. I remember the overwhelming fear of what could happen.
10 years later I still cry when I hear tributes to the victims of September 11th. I still am concerned about the safety of our homeland. I still look at a beautiful blue sky and wonder "what if" I still get angry. Time has passed and life must go on, but now it has now been tinged with the remembrances of that day.
