September 11, 2001.We will always remember.
Today I watched the memorial for those who died in the Ft. Hood shooting.
"Thousands of lives were suddenly ended by evil, despicable acts of terror. The pictures of airplanes flying into buildings, fires burning, huge structures collapsing, have filled us with disbelief, terrible sadness and a quiet, unyielding anger."
Ours is a military family, and it is heart-warming to see the honor paid to those who defended our country in the past and present on Memorial Day.
Today was the funeral Mass for our dear Father Philip Kim. The Rosary was held last night. Crowds for both the rosary and funeral Mass were very large. Everyone loved this kind and gentle man.
I started calling my loved ones. I called Ron at work, who hadn't yet heard what had happened. The second plane hit the second tower after I talked with him. They had turned on the TV at the office and saw it happen, too. We knew for sure then that it was a deliberate attack. I called my kids and my mom. I don't know what I thought. Maybe in the back of my mind I was afraid the whole country was being attacked and I needed to let them know what was happening, and that I loved them.
The rest of the day was spent glued to the television. It was heartbreaking. The people in the streets of NYC were in shock. The firemen and policemen everywhere. The priest blessing the firemen. And then the sight of bodies falling from the building. Was I seeing what I thought I was seeing? The firemen could hear the sound of bodies hitting the roof where they were gathered.