Today is a reminder of one of those emotional days that will live in our memories forever.
Hard to believe it's been 8 years already since that tragic day. Sometimes the memories are still so fresh, like it just happened.
No one will forget where they were when they first heard the news, or how they felt. Echos of that feeling still resonate today...
At this moment, I'm looking outside the building where I work, and am seeing the flags at half-mast. I just heard a plane fly overhead.
And I'm offering up a little prayer to those who died that day, and also to those who lost a loved one in such a horrifying, tragic, senseless way.
I'm also remembering all the things that I am extremely grateful for in my life: most importantly my family, my friends. And knowing that they are safe and happy means a lot to me.
I know that not everyone wants to dwell on the events of 8 years ago today, and I can respect that. We all deal with death and tragedy in our own way. I remember so that I don't take for granted all the things that are precious to me: freedom, choices, love.
To all of you, thank you for stopping by my little place in the world, for offering friendship, for making me laugh, for giving me a kick in the ass and a strong dose of "get over it" when I'm feeling sorry for myself, for offering encouragement when my confidence level is a bit low.
Hugs and smooches to you all.