9/11

This is one of those days that everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing 10 years ago. On September 11, 2001 our country was shaken to the core. America became victims of terrorists and they forever changed our lives.
I had just moved to Provo and heard the news when my alarm went off to wake me up for school. I woke up to the words that someone had bombed the World Trade Center and I instantly went out and turned on the tv. It then became clear that it had been hit by an airplane. I went and woke up my roommate and told her. Soon some other roommates came back from school and we watched the coverage for the rest of the day. We saw the next airplane hit, we saw the towers fall, we saw the destruction, the fear, and the chaos. We cried.
Dave was on his way to work and stopped at his friends house to say goodbye because he was going to be leaving for a mission. His mom screamed to turn on the tv and the friend said, "I can't, I've been set apart". She said, "I don't care". They sat and watched. Dave called work and said he would be late. He was told don't worry. When he finally made it to work their day was spent doing little else besides watching the events and aftermath unfold.
This year was the 10th anniversary of the attacks. I took Allison to the Healing Fields where 3,000 American flags were flying. One for each of the lives lost. Each flag had a card with a name, their age, and a little bit about them. It was touching, inspiring and emotional to see all the flags. I cried as I read two cards attached to one flag. One was for a young mother and the other was for her 4 year old daughter. They were flying to meet her sister and then continue onto Disneyland. They never made it.
We will never forget....