Today marks the 11th anniversary of September 11th, and the 28th birthday of my dear husband.
I was in 8th grade, walking into my homeroom class. I remember looking up at the TV and thinking it was some kind of a movie preview. To this day I cannot wrap my head around the amount of hatred in this world, and what leads people to commit such acts of violence. In all honestly, I don’t think I will ever understand it.
Today, I’d just like to say thank you to those that rushed into help, for those that gave up their lives, and for all those that stood up to fight terrorism across the globe.
As a nation, we’ll never forget 9/11, however we’re able to heal and move on. Today, my parents are getting on a London bound flight to go visit family in Europe. Today, they fly with full confidence that nothing will happen, however they too remember the significance of the day.
Today, D turns 28. It was his 17th birthday 11 years ago. He remembers what he wore, where he parked his car, and what he did that day. I don’t think he will ever have another birthday that sticks in his head as much as the one 11 years ago did.
Today, I’ll remember all the victims and heroes as well as their families. Today, I will think about my parents and check on their flight as they make a 10 hour flight across the ocean. Today, I will celebrate my husband’s birthday with a taco bar and a Batman cake.