We all remember where we were and what we were doing 20 years ago on that beautiful September morning when the Twin Towers collapsed in a terrorist attack. We were shocked and angry. The images have played over and over many times in my mind through the years. It’s something you don’t forget. I think about the babies born that year who are now adults that never got the chance to know their dads. They are a generation that was dealt the unfair hand of an empty space that a loved one should have filled.
I also think about my son who was 16 at the time. Neither of us knew it that day but his life would be changed by all of this, He joined the military at 19 years old and would eventually do three overseas tours; two in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. As a mom my fear was that he would not come home. I can’t even tell you how hard I prayed for his safety. I didn’t watch the news or want to talk about what was going on over there. It was a nightmare for me and I imagine it was for him too.
But I was one of the lucky ones who got her son back and gets to share in his life. Many were not that fortunate. As I hugged my son today I was reminded how precious and uncertain life is and felt very blessed and proud to be his mom. No one is promised tomorrow so be grateful for each day that you are given and make them count,
Heart Strings 