i couldn't write about it yesterday...

'cause i keep waiting year after year for the pain to not be so great... it doesn't even really compute 'cause i wasn't there... i didn't know anyone... in the grand scheme of personal ~ it didn't touch my life at all like it did so many others... we all have our stories... i have two... one a friend who lived in a brownstone not far from 'zero' and they just got in their car and left... drove cross country 'cause all they really wanted was to be with their dad... the other a very dear friend who was fortunate enough to get up from his desk at the Pentagon and walk to the copy machine... seconds after walking away from his chair... it was gone as that was where the plane hit... he has two teenage children that need him a lot... we are blessed that God shed grace on him

on Sunday i saw the commercial… very simple… but extremely moving… ‘Where were you…’ and then it proceeded to show pictures of people… sitting at a table… pointing at a staircase… driving in a car… standing in their driveway… lying in bed… it’s funny how that question has evolved to something that you almost don’t have to finish… we talked about that as well as other firsts last night… the first time we heard or saw a plane in the air after that day… the first time we flew after that day… things that previously had been fairly matter of fact… what a different impact they made on your life after

i made the decision that day to change my life… granted i absolutely did not see it going in quite the direction that it did… i knew it was going to be difficult… i truly had no idea just what that meant at the time… but having said that… it was worth it as i truly took responsibility for my own happiness that day… i like to think that is a fitting tribute to all that was lost that day…