We'll Never Forget

I always have a great time when I go over to my best friend Stacy's home; I love just being there with her, her husband Tommy and their children Graham and Lillie. We catch up on what's been going with each other, and usually laugh over something incredibly silly.  Last night's visit was no exception, but the evening did take a serious turn when we three adults sat at their kitchen table and talked about what were doing when we heard about the 9-11 terrorist attacks.  Our parents generation did the same thing among friends when discussing "What were you doing when you heard about JFK getting shot?" and our grandparents did the same thing with their friends when discussing "What were you doing when you heard about Pearl Harbor being bombed?"

We each took turns telling where we were and what we were doing that morning - Stacy and I were both at work, and Tommy was trying to get the kids up and moving so he could take them to daycare before going to work.  We all had different stories to tell, but there were common threads that ran through them: shock that our country was being attacked, belief that the fires in the Twin Towers would be put out, disbelief when we saw or heard about the 2nd plane hitting the buildings, amazement that this was all happening, and disgust when we watched the buildings fall.  We were all three visably moved by talking about this, and reliving that morning.  But the evening didn't end on a sad note; among this reflection, we all had hope, and even shared with each other some of the happiest days we've had.  The night ended with a group hug, and a silent prayer for all of those touched by this tragedy.