it began like any other day. it's what i always remember. for me, it was the day i found out i was pregnant for the first time...that pregnancy ended a week later with much pain and a trip to the emergency room. but on that day, amongst the tragedy, i still had a moment of hope.
everyone i know has been affected in different ways. i have family that worked in the twin towers who couldn't be located until late into the night. family that worked down the block who watched from their windows in horror as the day progressed. my uncle who worked for the NYPD at the time and was at ground zero when the buildings collapsed. i remember a year later speaking with him about that day, he lost his hearing in one ear from the buildings falling next to him...looking over at the place where mere minutes before, his coworkers had stood, now gone with the rubble.
everyone has dealt with the aftermath of that day in their own way. i know for me it is a day that i don't really like to talk about, a day that when it comes to mind overwhelms me with sadness. so today, on the fifth anniversary of 9/11, i'm taking my moment to honor those that were lost that day, those who worked selflessly in an effort to save others, those family members and friends who will forever be without a loved one, those who lost nothing and everything in the blink of an eye...