A Patriot Day assembly to remember 9/11 was held yesterday at school. Max was one of the narrators and read something that he wrote about the star spangled banner. Then the entire student body sang that song and a few others as well before they honored a marine who used to attend the same elementary school - as an everyday hero. He was awarded a purple heart and is the nephew of one of the teachers, Mrs. Watts. As usual I was emotional, and as I was remembering the events of nine years ago today, I tried to explain it to Markus and Max. It is still so hard to talk about the tragedy. You know how you can pinpoint the exact place and time you were when you learned about the events on September 11th? Certain days become frozen in time; indelible impressions that mark a change. On 9-11 I was leaving to take Morgen to school when my sister Darlin called sobbing. She said to turn on the TV, one of the world trade center buildings had been hit by a plane. There aren’t many events in life that leave impressions as unforgettable as this one was for me. There comes the realization that something horrible is happening—that forms the lump in your throat; the pit in your stomach: The thing that rocks your boat.
After school we went to the park and talked about it and then played Frisbee until Morgen got out of school - since he doesn't get out early on Fridays anymore.
