I always think on this day that there isn't possibly anything else I can say about the events from now 13 years ago. What's interesting is that every year I am taken back to the images and the emotions. They are so clear. I gauge how far we've come by where my kids are in life. They were so young then and now our oldest has left the nest and is on his own adventure. I remember being so scared that day wondering if I would ever be strong enough to let my boys leave the house again. Obviously I have. Now Michael is in Germany serving a mission for our church. He still wants to join the Military when he gets back which amazes me.
Just last night Neil came home from college night talking about the Military recruiters he had chatted with. He has always talked about joining the Military but we always thought it was just that. Not only does he have a desire to serve in the Military but he wants to be a Navy Seal or Army Ranger. His sense of duty and honor run deep.
Daniel still seems so young to me but he was just an infant that day. He has known no different life other than that post 9/11. He has grown up with Patriot Day and a dad who was gone more than he was home. He learned the reality of war in a close intimate way when we lost a friend and spent many hours, days and months with his widow. Daniel has such love and respect for our Fallen.
Our three boys know that 9/11 is more than a day to be remembered once a year.