I got stuck in traffic. 

 

But I’ve returned, only now from the West Coast. 

 

My son watched a documentary on 9/11 in Social Science class yesterday, and I know we’ll contribute thoughts and feelings about it in all of today's conversations, as we ‘never forget.’ It is a heavy burden, knowing that we’re free to spend our day in the sun, surfing and scarfing tacos, on the twentieth anniversary of the day 246 passengers; 2,606 workers; 343 firefighters; 60 police officers; and 8 paramedics died.

 

That was the day that simply would not let up. In all ways possible, it was horrible. The details return to me often: the shock, sadness, fear, anger, numbness, and complete let down. 

 

This afternoon, my son and I are writing letters to deployed service members; a great way to share our thoughts and feelings with the selfless givers in this world. 

 

Thank God for them.