Today we solemnly commemorate one of the most horrific days in American history, a day that has become known simply as 9-11.
Sixteen years ago today, our son had been called home from college in Iowa to speak at the funeral of a high school friend who’d died tragically in a car accident on September 9. Trey was sleeping in the family room, when my husband rushed home from work in the middle of that Tuesday morning hollering, “Turn on the TV!” We woke Trey up, and we all watched in horror as the towers fell. It seemed the world as we knew it had ended, and yet I couldn’t help but think that for our friends, the world as they knew it had ended two days earlier with the death of their precious son. We all drew closer as a family that week, as a church, and as a nation. We clung to God harder than we ever had in the days that followed. Sixteen years later, we’re still clinging.
Our president has proclaimed this day, once again, to be celebrated as Patriot Day.
We will be flying the flag at our house and remembering what that day meant for our family, our nation, and our world. What about you? Where were you that day? It seems to be one of those things we all remember.
Where were you when you heard the news on September 11, 2001. I’d love to hear your story in the comments.