Gone, but not forgotton - I just don't want to relive

I'll never forget that day. I was driving to daycare and could tell from the radio something wasn't right. I returned home and turned on the TV. Moments later, the 2nd tower was hit. I called my husband and I remember saying through tears, "HOW DARE SOMEONE DO THAT TO US". I spent most of the day crying, probably mourning. I was in absolute shock and didn't know what to do. I remember thinking, what if I had done XYX on that day - I could be trapped or dead - if I still lived there. How would I get in contact with my family while walking home? My baby would have been so far away from me (I lived in the suburbs)

Since that time, I have flown once. ONCE in 7 years and I have no desire to do it again. Me the jet setter, who flew every month or more while pregnant.

I'll never forget the silence the days after. I will never forget. I've never been the same since, and can only imagine the people that live in New York or lost loved ones - no we will never forget. But I don't want to relive. It is so hard, so sad and to much. I shut off the radio on the way to school this morning and came home and walked the dog and the TV is still going - almost an hour later.

And while we are reliving, I hope each and everyone of you remembers the soldiers that have died, fighting for a country they do not even know.

Many more have died.