The hour and a half of not knowing if they were OK was excruciating. But our family was lucky that day...not so for so many others.
Sometimes I wonder why we all need to tell our stories of this day, as those of us who remember the day President Kennedy died did...or as my parents needed to after Pearl Harbor. Maybe we share our memories of these events in an attempt to make some kind of communal sense of the unthinkable.
So this morning we hung a flag on the gate at Winn Farm...
and prayed for those who were lost 10 years ago today.
"Imagine all the people, living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one."