Where Were You on 9/11?

I have thought all week about posting on 9/11. Now I am wide awake and cannot sleep and it is 3 AM and another 9/11. The memories of that day are as fresh as if it were yesterday. I remember what I did on 9/10, what time I woke up on 9/11, the exact place I was sitting on the couch when the first plane hit...I remember Diane Sawyer and Charlie Gibson. I remember having my oldest grandson Parker in my lap giving him a bottle...I remember calling my husband, then a friend, then I remember that I did not leave the house or the TV for one week. I never walked out my door.
I knew America was forever changed and that Parker's world would be different. During the next year, I read every book that every widow, every survivor, every rescuer wrote. I wanted to know their stories...I understood that each one of them got up that fateful morning and went to work as normal, without a hint that for many of them it was their last day on earth, for many the last normal day of their lives.
Two years ago we had the opportunity to take Parker to New York City for a week and to Ground Zero. We tried our best to explain to him what we did not even understand ourselves.
So today I celebrate all the brave men and woman that paid the ultimate price. They are heros in every sense of the word.