Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Remembering

There are a few times you will remember where you were when… for my generation it is where we were when Kennedy was assassinated.  I was sitting at a table in study hall.  I was a freshman in high school.  Across from me was a senior football player, big tough guy.  I watched him fall apart, crying openly at the news.  Now it is the attacks on our country on September 11th.  I was at home alone, John was at work and the boys were in school.  It was the loneliest I can remember ever being. 

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