Was home for the day on vacation because my sister and her husband was visiting. After a long night of visiting the previous night I was the only one awake when the first plane hit. I remember waking everyone up thinking it was a terrible accident. As soon as I saw the second plane, my heart sank, like everyone else that day I knew our lives would never be the same.
Several months later, I was back in Pennsylvania and spent the weekend with my youngest son who lives near Shanksville. That Saturday morning we drove over to the site. At that time, unless you knew someone in town, you didn’t know where to go. Later the local drugstore printed up directions to hand out. I’ll always hold the memory of my son and I holding each other and crying like babies. The spirit that resides in that field at the edge of the woods touched our hearts. I haven’t been back since.
The people who died and their families are often in our prayers.