I took the Natick Express to Logan airport a 5:30 am, and the ticker on the bus kept scrolling September 11, 2009 over and over. In the dark morning, riding the bus myself to the airport, it was a grim reminder of the horrible day our country experienced 8 years ago. Flying on JetBlue, most everyone around me had their televisions tuned into to the memorial services as they tearfully watched the events of that life changing day.
To be honest, I have been trying to write this blog in my head all day today, and really, there are no words to describe the grief I still feel for the great loss that so many families endured. I am awed by the fact that some many years have passed, and that when Jackson learns about September 11, it will be taught as a history lesson. I only hope that I can instill in him, great patriotism and love for his country beyond measure...not just on September 11th. He needs to be aware that freedom comes at a price, and that we can only go about daily activities with no thought of the war that happens outside our borders, because soldiers are risking their lives each day for us to do so.
What I learned today: When I left my family this morning on September 11th, as always, I gave them kisses and hugs and told them how much I loved them. It's true that there are no guarantees. The people who boarded those planes and went to work that day thought they'd be home for dinner too. Make sure the people in your life know how much they mean to you and how very special they are.
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if there was a "like" feature like on Facebook i would hit the button ... so true
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