I haven’t forgotten.

I will never forget.
The fear, the worry.
The waiting.
Waiting for phone calls, the relief.
The sadness.  The grief.

In remembrance of those who ran in, and didn’t come back out.
In remembrance of those who were at their desks or at their station, doing their job.
In remembrance of those who were simply, in the wrong place at the wrong time.
In remembrance of those who were on the planes, just trying to get home, or go on a business trip.
In remembrance of those who were above the impact and knew they never had a chance of getting out.
In honor of those who waited for the injured to come, and then didn’t know what to do when they didn’t.
In honor of those who donated blood.
In honor of those who prayed.
In honor of those who went to ground zero on a rescue mission, and then continued on the recovery.
In honor of those families who are continually in our thoughts.
In honor of the sons and daughters who are missing their daddy’s and momma’s.

I remember.

May my children live to see the day when we are not at war.
May my children live to see the day when all people are treated with respect.
May my children live to see peace.