Where were you when...

the plane crashed into the first tower?

I was sitting on my couch watching TV. I was pregnant with #3 and had a doctor's appointment that morning. I was watching Good Morning America (how's that for irony?). Since we are in the Central time zone, I was watching the recorded second hour when they broke in live with the news. I called DH into the living room. He noticed that the second plane crashed before the newscasters did. We watched live as the buildings fell.

I was supposed to go to my grandparent's house in Missouri a couple of weeks later. I called my grandma and asked her if she thought I should come. In her no nonsense way, she said, "Do you want to come?" I remember feeling like I needed to decide if I was going to die, did I want to be with my mom and grandparents or my husband (who had to stay home and work). It was a terrible feeling.

Then my husband was working in a mall when the threat came that they would going to bomb malls. I figured ours was safe, there is rarely more than 20 people in our mall, ever. It was just such an emotional time.

My heart still breaks for the families who lost loved ones, on the planes, in the towers, civilians and rescue personnel.

I am amazed at how much one day changes the world.

Remembering how much was lost....