Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Today has been a okay day except for the memory of this day. I can remember to the minute what I was doing. I had just had surgery a few days before and laying on the couch. My hubby just off work and we were watching the 2 kittens we just got. We discovered what we were told to be girls were boys, then all the sudden all this racket came on the TV. We wasn't really watching at 1st, till it caught our attention. I kept asking Dan Dan is this real?!? 911, also is my little brother's birthday. I remember what a grey sad cloud that came over me that day. The phone rang at 9pm and asked what the Heck My Problem was. I was like, Dada, I'm so sorry! I just didn't know how to say Happy Birthday on a day like this, but I guess I should at least be thankful I can still say it to you. Every since then I call him the night before and wish him Happy Birthday.
Every year since the kids and I take out a moment of silence and tell about we have to be thankful for. (Another Day of Thanksgiving) We also talk about the Brave, the moms, dads, and all that died or lost someone on that day.