Remember...

Eighteen years ago this very morning I was cleaning the house when my son called, asked if I was watching TV. When I told him I was not, he said to turn it on, any channel. I knew it was bad. When I did I saw the towers smoking heavily and asked him what exactly it was that I was seeing. He explained what he had seen in the lunch room where he worked.

Nevertheless, the house never got finished being cleaned, as I was glued to the TV the remainder of the day.

Later that day I remember as over 250 souls moved into the house from this event and stayed with me until the next year's commemorative activities. One hung around who calls herself Rose and she finds peoples lack of memory on this day rather frightful and depressing. I agree.

My flag is hanging out front and I've lit the four candles that I've been lighting every year on this day, which will stay lit until it gets dark, or hits midnight.

I, for some reason, will never forgot this day... these horrific events... or those wonderful people lost (and still dying).