Everyone remembers exactly where they were when the plane hit the Tower.
Shock, horror, heartbreak, pain, sorrow and more pain. Dick rushed home to tell me about it, about the time we turned on the TV the second plane hit. We fell to our knees and prayed.
Why, why, why...so many unanswered questions. Unbelief, how could this happen.
The only thing Dick and I knew to do was go to church and pray some more, then we went to give blood. Quickly it seemed events unfolded and we heard about hero, after hero and many, many brave souls.
I'm so thankful the our country honors this day. I never want to forget.