It’s 4am here on the west coast and just about the moment the US stood still. To be exact it was 5:36am here PST that the first hit happened. For some reason I stayed up and turned the news on after hubby went to work and I saw the second plane hit. I saw every single millisecond of it. I was in complete disbelief. Yes, total denial. That is how I deal with things. I work internally and then outward.

The odd thing is my kids were very young and I’m not a morning person. I always go back to bed, or if I stay up I read or get online. But on that day I turned on the morning news. WEIRD! Also, sad. Why did I have to turn it to the news that day and watch it happen? There are many days I wish I hadn’t, maybe I could disconnect more from it way over here on the west coast if I hadn’t watched it live.

Hubby was a volunteer at that time and working construction. He didn’t see it live and him being male I’m not sure it would hit him the same anyway. But him now being paid fire I feel today more than ever. If my husband was NYFD I would have lost him. There would have been nothing to keep him away from helping. That’s just how some of them role.

I know it’s been 8 years, but that has nothing to do with that chaplain rolling up to your door. 8 years is nothing compared to the lifetime you will have without them. I wish to commemorate my sisters today for what they gave up 8 years ago and for backing their men up prior to their passing. I sincerely hope that some peace has been found in the time that has passed.

I will always be thankful and think of those that gave their lives to get so many out of the towers and pentagon on this day.

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