Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?

Where were you when the world stopped turning?

I do know exactly where I was at the time of the attacks.
But I didn't know exactly where "My Mick" was.
I do know I was really pregnant with Ethan. Six plus months along.
But I didn't know if  "My Mick" was ok.
I do know I was terrified and grief-stricken beyond measure. Not just for my loved ones.
But for everyones' loved ones.

I do know that life, for me, for my family, for my friends, for my country,  for my world, was tragically altered for eternity.

I do know as difficult as it still is,
I want to remember. I need to remember.
I don't want to forget.
Those that lost their lives.
Those that saved lives.
Those that were never found.

I want their lives, their losses, our losses, my losses, to have meaning and significance.
To change this world.
For the better.
To erase away evil.
To replace it with goodness, kindness, mercy, and healing.

I don't know that my heart will ever fully mend.
I don't know that it should.

Always Remember.
Never Forget.

September 11, 2011