While every year I think about those who were lost, those who lost loved ones, and how our country came together, I don't always see the images again live on my TV screen. Though it's an image I could never forget, watching video of the smoldering towers is still and will always be hard.
I remember that we got out of school early, that my little brother and sister were OK. But unfortunately we went home to watch the images replayed on every single channel we could get. I know this because I remember flipping through each and every channel. My mom was OK, my dad who worked closer to the city was OK.
However, there were many people that were not OK because of the events of that day. And that is something else I will always remember, and never forget.
Today as always I think about those in NY, DC and on Flight 93, and their loved ones that were left behind. Always remember, and never forget.