Eleven years ago, I sat in my living room beside my (then)
boyfriend Jeremy glued to my bubble screen TV wondering what was going to
happen to our country next. There was no Facebook; there was no text-messaging;
there was no Skype. I had to pick up the phone to call my loved ones to hear
their voices and sigh with relief that they were okay.
I wanted to run to the school and gather my children close
to me.
I wanted my mom.
Even though the tragedy of that day didn't affect me
directly, it definitely affected me. Nobody in my family died. None of my
friends died. We each woke up the next day and went on with our forever-changed
lives, and we considered ourselves lucky for it.
I am truly thankful to be alive and safe today with all of
my children within arm's reach.
Thank you Jeffery, Jodie, Destiny, Randy, Jeremy, Brian A,
Brian N, Uncle Kelton, Dad, GrandDad, Shanna, Jason, Clint, Eduardo, Brandon W
and all those who have stood up to protect our rights, our freedoms, and our
lives.
