It's been nine years. The memory isn't as fresh, but it's still there.
Every time I see a low flying plane. I remember.
Every time I happen to glance at the clock and see that the time says 9:11. I remember.
Every time I see a reference to dialing 911. I remember.
Every time they talk about war. I remember.
I remember watching the planes hit.
I remember watching people jump out, hundreds of stories high.
I remember crying for those people. Tears still fall today when I remember what I saw.
I remember the devastation afterward.
I remember our country coming together to heal, which still continues today.
I hope all of us will always take pause to remember those that fell, those that fought, and those that suffered the loss of loved ones.
It seems fitting that it's raining today. A symbol of all the tears shed over the years perhaps.....