Yes, tomorrow is 9/11.
I remember sitting here, in my nice relatively new home, having only been in the US for a few months, and watching reruns of ER until my sister called from Canada, her voice trembling as she told me to switch channels.
And I watched.
At that time the Wookie was working not all that far from where Flight 93 went down. I tried to get through to him for a few frantic minutes, until the lines cleared and he confirmed that he wasn’t as close to the crash site as the preliminary reports had it.
We had a friend staying with us. I mentally made plans to load up the truck with supplies, two cats and meet hubby somewhere on the way to Canada, if need be.
Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary. Wookie came home, we cried, and I watched and did a whole lotta praying.
In Second Life, a virtual world I live and play in, there’s a memorial.
I went by today, just to see it, and found this. I don’t know who put the rose there.