I remember where I was. I was driving in Austin, TX. My oldest son, K, was 5 years old and in kindergarten. My youngest son, N, was 2, almost 3, and visiting my parents in Corpus Christi TX. I heard about the attacks on the radio. I spent several hours of that day at K's school, watching the devastation of the World Trade Centers being hit and collapsing over and over again on tv.
There are no words to express the anger, devastation and heartbreak that we, as Americans, felt that day. So many lives lost, many in heroic acts trying to save anyone they could. God bless those police and firemen that rushed into danger as many rushed away and who lost their lives trying to protect the innocent.
In heartbreaking and tear inducing memories, a tribute to those that we lost. God bless you, I promise, WE WILL NEVER FORGET!
