This picture brings tears to my eyes every single year at this date. Every year I am filled up with so much pride, and so much sadness, reading the endless reminders of this fateful day. Do you remember what you were doing? I was in grade school. I came out to eat breakfast and my family was crowded around the television. I went to school and we didn't learn that day. We stayed glued to the television, teachers with eyes full of disbelief. I still think back to it and can't help but cry.
I'm so proud of this country. We may have our problems, but darn it...we're America. And every single year on this date serves as a reminder that we're the best Damn Country in the world, and we will stand up together against anyone who tries to disagree.
But it's still sad.
This year is double the sad. In April, we lost my dear Papa to cancer. Hands down the toughest loss I've had to deal with in my life so far. Today is his birthday, and for the first time since he passed, I realized that I wouldn't be sending a birthday card. Or a Christmas present. There would be no gift given on fathers day, and he won't be there to sing me happy birthday. It's a tough day remembering he is gone. We're sending birthday wishes to heaven today. For my Papa, and for those 2,996 innocent people who lost their lives this day 12 years ago.