Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Yesterday, I cried.

I watched a show remembering that day all those years ago. It was about some of the survivors and the heroes and the horrors and the love.
I remembered that moment of disbelief as I stared wide-eyed at the TV screen.
I talked to my son about it and about the world, the good that exists in people and a bit about the bad. As the last story flashed across the screen and I sobbed at what they said, he hugged me. Then he hugged me again.
Because that's what we need to remember.


  1. I couldn't bring myself to watch any of the coverage this year, I don't think I was up for the tears I knew it would bring.

  2. Oh Kristina...I know it's hard to remember. It's just so necessary. Thank you for your words.

  3. Hi Kristina,
    Yes, it's painful to remember....... a dark point in history.
    Otherwise, I hope that you are enjoying a beautiful Autumn. Our colors are at their peak and it is stunning!
    Thanks much for stopping by. I always appreciate it.
    Take care,
    xo A