A hard day for most Americans but doubly hard for me as it was the due date given to me the first time I was pregnant. I do not dwell on this lost pregnancy but whenever the day comes I can't help but remember the possibility that was once there. Like the lost pregnancy this is a day to remember lost souls on that fateful day in 2001. I think many of us can remember clearly the events of that day and how we spent that day processing what had happened to our country and to us. I awoke that morning to a frantic phone call from a friend, who was sure that airplanes were being sent to LA to attack. She was worried about me. I turned on the TV and saw like many others the second tower collapse and the crash of the airplane in the field. I felt for sure this was the day the United States would use it's nukes. I thought it was the beginning of the end of days. I spent the day with my roommate, Rebekah and I remember walking to the restaurant where she worked. Normally we would drive but we didn't know if it was safe to drive. My boss told me not to drive in to Santa Monica to work. I later found out that a good friend of hers, was one of the flight attendants on one of the planes that crashed into the twin towers. It was an amazing time of grief for our nation. Years later we remember but we won't forget the horror that happened that day nor of the precious lives lost.
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