Today is a day of remembrance. I can remember this day 10 years ago very vividly. I woke up in the morning and turned on the t.v. and the first thing I saw was chaos, smoke, panic, and I heard Tom Brokaw’s voice. “Oh, no, what’s happening in the Middle East now?” I clearly remember thinking. I thought I was seeing images of the aftermath of a car bomber somewhere else, like Beirut, or somewhere in Iran. It took several shocking minutes before I could wrap my head around who/what/where/how. I was glued to the television every minute of the day until I had to get ready for work close to 3:00 p.m. I think I was stunned and numb. I don’t remember feeling much at all until later on. On the one year anniversary, I finally cried. I cried hard, and I cried all day long. I lost an acquaintance from high school and college on the second plane that hit the south tower. I remember seeing those images over and over, and I broke down thinking of the innocent lives lost. I just pray to God no one, wherever they were, had a chance to see what was coming when the planes hit. I cannot imagine what it must have felt like for those who lost loved ones, and my heart and prayers are with them today.
Today in The Mother LOAD, we had a sketch to follow. I ‘stole’ another one of my brother’s photos (I cannot resist!) from Flickr, and this is what I did: