Today marks the 14th anniversary of 9/11. I know lots of people are blogging and posting about this so I don’t want to dwell too much on it, except to say this real quick.
I was thinking this morning: it seems like every generation has had a tragedy or event where you will always ‘remember where you were’ when so-and-so happened. Think about when president Kennedy was shot; the space shuttle Challenger exploding; the day the World Trade Center fell. I was 23 years old, working in a coffe shop in Clayton, Missouri when it came on the TV. It just didn’t seem real. That day/moment/feeling will always be with me.
My heart goes out to all who have and are still affected by this tragedy. My one wish is that my daughter, Gabriela, will not, during her lifetime, have to ever answer the question, ‘where were you when…’ Instead, I hope that in her lifetime there will be more love, happiness, and peace and that’s what she’ll always remember.