Today, we remember the tragedy that happened on our own soil. A day that we lost over 3,000 Americans, civilians and first responders. Sisters, Brothers, Mothers, Fathers, Neighbors, every one of us knew someone who was affected. And today we remember.
I will never forget that day. I lived an hour and a half away from New York City at that time. I watched in horror as the second plane hit. I ran to the phone to call my sister, who worked in New York City. The lines were busy. I called my husband, the lines were busy. I couldn't find my loved ones. I had to get my oldest from kindergarten so I knew my babies were with me. Where was everyone else? I kept calling, busy. Finally, my husband called and my relief was huge. He came right home. I still waited to hear from my sister.
They had to walk home that day. Across the bridges on foot. But thankfully, my phone eventually rang. But the relief I felt was still filled with sorrow. All of those people. All of those lives.
Today, I am thankful that me and mine were safe. But on this day, I remember the others. And the feeling I had on that day comes back every year.
I hope that you and yours were found that day. I feel for all of you who lost a loved one that day. I want you to know, I will always remember.