It was a Tuesday morning, with beautiful, clear, early fall weather in many places; El Paso, Texas, where I was living, was one of them. It was The Barefooter’s 9th birthday, although we had celebrated with a party & friends on Sunday afternoon (something for which he has always been grateful). We woke up to breaking news on the radio, then ran to the living room to turn on the TV. It couldn’t be true… but it was…
Alan Jackson’s poignant song is one that never fails to make my eyes tear up.
Four planes, 3 buildings, 2 cities, 1 Pennsylvania field…
Nearly 3,000 people died in the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001.
9/11 Memorial, Staten Island
A close-up view of the memorial on Staten Island. The left middle section has two names: one for Deanna Lynn Galante and one for her unborn son, Matthew.
Pentagon Memorial
“Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?”
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This post is a partial re-post of one I wrote 4 years ago. It seemed especially appropriate to share today, on the 15th anniversary of so much sorrow and loss.
Thank you for this. Especially for the photo of the Pentagon memorial. I have never been there, or seen any photos of it until now.
On that day I was at work when I heard the news. We were in such shock. I remember looking out to see barely any traffic out on the main street in Abbotsford British Columbia. This road was usually crazy buzzy all day. There were no customers around any where.