Matthew we attending Edgewood high school at the time, he was beginning his junior year. His cousin Bridget stopped by every morning to pick him up for school. It was a perfect day. Bright sunny skies. Cool fresh air.
Emma and Katie and I ate breakfast and I clicked thru channels on the TV. High Society was on The Movie Channel.
I stayed on this channel and watched the lively, delightful musical.
At nine o'clock I switched to ABC to catch the beginning of Regis and Kelly but instead was hit by a horrid sight.
The television showed a tower on fire and the news people were a bit frantic. Within fifteen minutes, the second tower was hit by a plane. It was horrible. The situation changed instantly from an accident to an attack.
Sadness grew into fear.
In our little house in the middle of the Midwest, I felt afraid.
And then the first tower collapsed. It was the most awful thing I have ever seen.
To be a witness to that much pain and loss made me gasp and cry out.
I think our whole country gasped that morning.
I spent the day watching the unfolding horror with a shaky feeling inside.
That evening, I went to church.
We prayed and sang songs of love and peace.
(Our Stephanie lead the worship).
Last night as Harry Connick sang a gentle version of The Star Spangled Banner at the Steelers game, I cried again.
I cried because he wore a suit. He showed the still suffering the respect they deserve.
The most horrible day for our country brought out the best in so many citizens. It is those brave Americans I remember.
I remember the families and the firemen and the priest and the policemen and the New Yorkers and the every day heros.
I remember them because I know their suffering is a million times more than mine.
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Yes. It does still wave.
Free and Brave.
Amen and amen.
Love one another,