I'll never forget where I was 5 years ago today. Bob had gone to breakfast with a friend, and I was doing something in her room when the news came on the Today Show. I called her and then Chris (the next day marked one month of dating) and then I saw the second plane hit. I was in utter disbelief. How was this possible? How? How? I try not to think about it now. I still collapse into tears at the drop of a hat. I was watching the rememberance during Half Time of Monday Night Football just now, and simply could not hold it together. None of those innocent people deserved such a thing. When Bob and I were in NYC in March, I insisted we go to Ground Zero. We were going to skip it, but I got a feeling that we needed to go and wouldn't take NO for an answer. So, we went. And I broke down. Just like I knew I would. I just can't handle it. It makes me so mad. So very mad. And sad. It makes me think of how united we were in the months following. How happy we were to see the flag and sing the Anthem and recite the Plege. We've forgotten that a little bit, and it makes me mad and sad. We must be diligent and make sure such a thing never happens again. We have to take the fight to them...to the people who would have it happen again and again. To me, it's a way to honor those we lost so senselessly. I pray we stay vigilent.
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