Once again, I found myself turning off the radio on my way to work because it was too difficult to listen to the remembrances, the stark and emotional audio of those horrific times on 9/11. It touched me in such a deep and painful place. It continues to weigh heavy on my heart, though, and so I thought I would reblog this post from last year.
There are moments that are indelibly burned in my memories. They are the moments that forever changed my life or changed the way I look at the world. The clearest and most significant is the night Jason died. That night was incredibly traumatic and has affected me – and continues to affect me – in ways I never could have imagined. Second clearest is 9/11/01. It shattered my sense of security as an American. Third is the day JFK was shot, although I was only eight years old at the time. It shattered my sense of innocence. I still remember watching my elementary school teachers cry.
On the morning of 9/11, my sister called from Tulsa to tell me to turn on the TV. The first plane hit the North tower at 8:46 a.m. ET (5:46 a.m. Washington State time) and the second plane hit the South tower…
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