Whenever I think about 9-11 I still get choked up.
It was a day that my life was supposed to get back to normal. We had taken an international exchange student/camp counselor into our home for the previous 6 weeks and I was caring for two dutch children while their parents were attending a funeral in Amsterdam. The parents were in the air on their way home and our exchange student was awaiting a greyhound for NYC. Needless to say, the children stayed longer and our exchange student came back. And I have lots of family in NY and hearing the distress in my dad's voice as he worried about the safety of his brother was even harder. I kept the tv off when the children were home because the dutch children were worried about their parents getting back to them. It was hard. I still get choked up. It's still hard.
The world will never be the same.