Thursday, September 11, 2008


I just returned from the Freedom Walk. It was to remember those who lost their lives seven years ago and to honor troops and veterans. Just after the speakers and the band, we were graced with a fly-over by four F-18's.
We were sitting on the top of the hill at the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library and the jets were just over our head.

Like all of you, I keep thinking about the morning of 9/11/01. I remember our friend Tim calling us early in the morning while I was getting E1 ready for an early playdate at the park. Stuntman was still asleep. I thought Tim was joking, I didn't believe what he was telling me. He said "no, really, turn on the TV"
Tim died this year, at the same time Stuntman was traveling home from the sandbox.
Today I thought a lot of our good friend.


Buck said...

Yep. I thought a lot about "things" yesterday... then and now. The memories came flooding back, as they always do and they weren't pleasant, for the most part.

A fly-over such as you experienced, Susan, would have helped, I think... and I'm only half-kidding.

A Soldier's Wife..... said...

I too, like many others thought about that day, and last year when I spent it alone....sorry about your friend....and I'm glad you have your husband home for your anniversary this year and for the small things...