Eight Years

Has it really been eight years since that terrible day? Matt and I were discussing that it seems like it just happened. I guess those images are so ingrained in our minds and hearts that it seems like yesterday. I remember exactly where I was when I heard what had happened. I was working at the bank in Lenoir, North Carolina as a Teller Coordinator and we had no television. All we had was a little radio that we huddled around to hear what was happening. Of course we heard bits and pieces from customers as they came into the banking center. I remember the somber feelings that seemed to hang in the building like big dark clouds. When I was able to go home, Matt was already home watching television. The photos and video brought it to reality and I remember sitting in silence for hours watching in horror with tears streaming down my cheeks. I remember so many questions going through my mind, so many unanswered questions. I remember the silent skies and the first day when airplanes were again able to fly. The nervousness when I saw my first airplane back in the sky cannot be defined. One moment I remember especially is when congress (I think that's who it was...correct me if I'm wrong....eight years is still a long time for particular memories I suppose) stood on the steps and sang God Bless America. Never in my life have I been more touched by that song. God bless America and God bless those men and women who have sacrificed and do sacrifice everything so that we can enjoy sitting at a computer and typing on a personal blog and many other simple freedoms that some do not enjoy. I love my country and I'm so grateful for those who defend it everyday.