When I left my house 12 years ago, late for class, I knew that a plane had crashed in New York.  My class was cancelled and I went back to Lincoln Manor to watch TV with my housemates and tried to comprehend why this crash was so different than any other.   As the day unfolded, I realized that this was a “where were you when” moment.  The word “terrorist” didn’t mean then what it does now and I didn’t have to take my shoes off when I went through airport security.

Life happens and sometimes it isn’t pleasant.  We learn from the past and strive to be better in the future.

Some things are harder to move past than others but all we can do is our best.

Remembering, not forgetting, and hoping for a better tomorrow.