On September 11, 2001, I woke up early and got ready to go to school. I was a junior in high school. My friend Erin, who I carpooled with, called and told me to turn on the TV. I started watching just as the second plane hit. I remember thinking it had to be an accident. I remember not being able to comprehend the level of anxiety so many people were feeling. I remember coming home from school gluing myself to the television until it was time for bed. I remember watching people walk around numbly, holding photos of loved ones they were hoping to find. I remember the paper released a special afternoon edition, something I had never seen before. It was filled with photos that I couldn't believe were real.
On September 11, 2011, I woke up early to talk to my husband via video chat. He is in Afghanistan in great part because of what happened ten years ago. I still cannot understand the level of anxiety that family members of missing loved ones experience. I hope and pray that I never have to.
Today, I remember those that were lost that horrible day and all those that have been lost since then. I pray for their families and I pray for Peace.
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