I did not make it through the day without crying .
I have cried on this day for eleven years.
I look at my daughter, and it is crazy to think that she will never really know what this day is all about. Sure, she will read about it in school, and she will undoubtably watch the horrific images. Images that never get easier to watch.
Like all Americans, I will never forget where I was and want I was doing. It was my senior year in college, and I was at the gym, and at first I thought it was a bad movie and I didn’t understand why every single TV was tuned to the same bad movie…
I saw first hand the damage at the Pentagon later than year when we buried my grandmother at Arlington.
In a way, it makes me feel more connected with my grandparents, all four of whom were World War II veterans (Coast Guard, US Navy, and the Royal Navy). They saw and experienced things that I will never understand, and things that cannot be explained.
I understand what my parents mean when they say they remember everything about the day that President Kennedy was shot.
One of my greatest fears is that as a nation we will forget. We will forget WHO did this and WHY they did what they did.
I do not want my daughter, or anyone else’s daughter (or son) to experience a day like that day.
God Bless America.