remembering 9/11

Today is a very sad day for a lot of people who lost loved ones 8 years ago today. I remember exactly what I was doing on that day. I was driving to school and turned on the radio, and was annoyed that every station had news on. Then, I stopped and actually listened to it, and thought the world was ending or something. I called my mom first and asked them if they had heard what happened and probably tried to get out of going to school that day. The whole day was pretty much a blow off. Everyone was talking about it and all the tv's were on. In English, we were in the library watching the news. I think I may have had a volleyball game or something that night too. Today eight years later I was driving in my car listening to the radio and different callers who were telling how it affected them. I'll be honest, I have a hard time getting emotional over an unknown third party tragedy, but today was different. I started thinking how blessed I am to have all my family alive and well. My husband works right down the road, so he's able to be with Ben and I so much. I wouldn't trade that time for anything. I am so proud of my husband. He is the most helpful, loving man. I couldn't help but imagine, as I was trying to trigger some feelings for these people who woke up today without their husbands, my life without my good morning kiss, my personal [pasta] chef, my walking buddy, my laughing buddy, my BEST FRIEND.
Needless to say, it would hurt. And, so I say a prayer for those wives especially who lost their husbands in 9/11. Lord, give them courage today and wisdom in understanding that his death was a part of your perfect divinely inspired plan.

Thank you for your love, Will.