I remember where I was. I turned on the television. I saw the second plane hit the twin towers. I heard the confusion in the newscasters voices. I saw the smoke and heard the screams. I called Phil. He was working up at church. He gathered the pastors together and they prayed. America prayed. I went for a walk with Mary. We avoided the subject as we walked for an hour. We can back to the house and sat down and watched. Philip was so upset that this happened on his 13th birthday. I said that something good had to happen on this day.
So much sorrow for so many people. Lives forever changed. The choking feeling in my throat today slides down my arms into my hands and it is hard to write. I don't know what to say.
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