Remembering and honoring the memory of those who died on a beautiful September morning. You are never forgotten.
I did my first post about September 11 eight years ago. I included the notes I sent to family and friends after I got home on that tragic day. I can remember the day, but I can't do a better job of describing my feelings and my experiences.
Sixteen years after later I still can remember where I was at almost every moment of the day. I don't think about it often, but it's not that I've "moved on." I have been able not to think about it as often, but it remains an enormous piece of my life.
I'm sharing this post with my friends at Pink Saturday. I'm out of town -- leaving tomorrow morning. I hope to be able to post, but I will generally be out of internet range. If I don't get to post I promise great pictures of a week in Maine.
As ever, thanks for visiting and take good care. Prayers for all, especially those in the path of Irma.