As you know, this blog is usually full of posts about my family life and things I read. Today, however, I simply must make an exception.
Twelve years ago this morning, nearly 3,000 people lost their lives in horrific terrorist attacks. The Hubby, who was an architecture student at NJIT at the time, was nearly one of them. He was scheduled to meet a class at the World Trade Center on September 12, 2001, for a field trip. He and I had only been seeing each other for two months at the time, and when I woke up on the morning of September 11 and saw what was happening on the news, I mistakenly thought he was there that day. I spent most of my day trying to call him and growing increasingly worried as the phone just kept ringing and ringing with no answer. I thank God every day that I had mixed up my dates and that The Hubby is still alive….and I share the pain and sorrow with all the families whose loved ones weren’t so lucky.
So please, give a hug to someone you love today. Tell them how much they mean to you. Thank them for loving you.
And take a moment to reflect on the events of September 11, 2001, and to remember all those who lost their lives — not only in New York City but in Washington, DC, and Shanksville, Pennsylvania, as well.
God Bless and have a beautiful day.