As I am sure you do, I remember where I was the moment I heard about the attacks on 9/11.
I was sitting at my desk, working at an Oil & Gas company in West Texas. I was wearing a black skirt and blue cardigan. It was surreal, shocking, terrifying…but I’m not saying anything you don’t already know.
Hank and I were engaged, and with only 2 months left before our wedding, a selfish 18 year old me was most concerned that there would be a draft, that he would be sent to war, and would surely die before we got to be married.
I didn’t then quite understand the gravity of what happened that day, and while I’m not sure it will ever fully sink in, I do feel that I have a better understanding of grief, of mourning, of loss, and of tragedy now than I did 12…
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