Silence is the rule in my mornings.
Easier to focus on the day ahead. The "To Do's" and the "Might Do's"...
Today was different. I turned on the TV.
I wanted the tributes and the reminders of that morning 13 years ago.
I watched a while and remembered where I was.
Just like everybody did today.
I knew that I would be emotionally raw.
I was surprised to discover that it wasn't the replays on TV
that hit me the hardest.
It was, as it often is, the little things.
I went to get my flu shot, and at the top of the form I had to fill out
was a space for today's date.
The simple act of writing "9/11" jolted me. I felt a chill.
I left, and on my way home while sitting at a traffic light,
a biker zoomed in front of me with a big American flag
mounted onboard his Harley.
A little further down the road, a big pickup went by with two Old Glorys
flappin' in the sunshine.
I smiled.
My heart pounded.
And there was something in my eye.
Remembering will do that to you.
Never forget.
Never surrender.
Amen Bill....NEVER FORGET!!
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