A birthday celebration with friends, a trip to the Powerhouse Museum with the girls to check out the Love Lace exhibition, sorting out the fabric stash and a bit of much needed spring cleaning. It was relaxing and productive yet I sit here now with a heavy heart, looking at the clock and realising that 10 years ago today, pretty much to the hour, I was driving cross country with my friend Kristin, blissfully unaware that in a few moments everything was about to change.
Only when we turned on the car radio did the events of 9/11 slowly unfold. We drove in silence, unable to understand what was happening, stopping at gas stations in the middle of nowhere to catch a glimpse of the news and try to contact family back in Boston. The next few days were a surreal blur of eerie middle-American towns, the open and strangely empty road, a sadness that hung in the air and endless moments watching horrific news coverage. The one thing that still stands out so clearly was the silence, when for those few days, there was not a plane in sight. I sit here now and remember...
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I cried a lot today, on this 10th anniversary, not because i had anyone that i knew that perished that day, but because of the sheer horror of it all and because our son in law enlisted in the marines and had to go thru more horror fighting the war against terrorism. We must not let evil prevail!!
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