Taking time to remember and honor those lost on 9/11
It is so strange to me to think that my kids will be raised in a post 9/11 world, that they weren't here before that day 7 years ago. I remember exactly where I was. Mark and I had just gotten married and moved to Madison, WI in July. I still wasn't working and was home in bed when Darcy called and told me to turn on the tv. I remember calling my sister Liz and that she was so terrified that she wanted to pull Austin out of school. I didn't want Mark to go to class. He was on the phone with a professor when the first tower fell. I was home all day in our apartment, glued to the tv with the rest of the world, but all alone. It's hard to imagine that 7 years have passed.
Pictures from when Mark and I visited NY and Ground Zero in April 2003.
NY Stock Exchange, April 2003
As close to Ground Zero as we were allowed