
Today is the day that is recorded in history as 9/11. On this day in 2001, I returned home in the morning to discover that the first tower of the Trade Center in New York City had been hit by an airplane only I did not yet know it was the first tower. As I watched the television speechlessly and I can only assume my mouth wide open, I saw the second strike in real time. I stood there transfixed by the horror not knowing worse would happen. At that moment, I had no idea the towers would fall several hours later. I had no idea how many people would be killed, some leaving no trace of their last earthly hours and minutes.
At my home, that day was perfect. The sky was a beautiful cloudless blue. Today there is a little haze. The temperature may have been the same as it is today but it was not as humid as it is today. It was a perfect day and such a dramatic contrast to the perfect horror of the day.
On 11 September 2002, we were in England, Wells to be precise. Above are pictures of Wells Cathedral. The interior picture shows the US flag in tribute to US military forces during WW II. On the lapel of my blazer, I wore a bow tied of red, white, and blue ribbons. I had attached a little crystal tear drop which hung from the knot. Before we left home I made my little bow as a memorial. Since returning home, it has remained in a dish on my dresser. Every time I see it, I say a prayer for the survivors. Later on our journey, we saw a 9/11 memorial in Germany.
Last year on 11 September we were traveling from San Luis Obispo, California to San Diego. Other than the first anniversary of the date, I have not had as strong a reaction as this year.








