As I drove to work this morning I remembered walking in to work that morning and watching the television in hushed tones as the towers crumbled.
Today I kept that moment of silence when the planes struck, when the towers collapsed, when the heroes of Flight 93 ended the attacks in a field in Pennsylvania.
I thought of the children who expected to see their mother’s and fathers’ – silence.
I thought of the mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters who wanted to see their loved ones again – silence.
I thought of the husbands and wives who died that September morning – silence.
I thought of their spouses who yearn to see them again and would have gladly traded places – silence.
I thought of the Firefighters and Police who ran into danger to save just one more life – silence.
I thought of the eleven years since that day and the hopes and dreams and lives that could have been – silence.
I thought of the deafening silence and heard their voices yelling: we are in your hearts, we are in your minds, we are in all the wonderful things you do to and for each other – in all those deeds we live on: Silence, tears and remembrance.
God Bless the families, friends, and loved ones of those who were lost that day.
God Bless you.