9/11

Reliving 9/11 is painful. It hurts my heart so much to think of those who lost their lives. Especially when given a glimpse into individual lives. Children who lost parents, parents who lost children, wives who lost husbands, husbands who lost wives. So painful to think of not knowing for a period of time whether your loved one was ok or not. Bry and I had only been married for 3 months when 9/11 occured. we were living in Utah and I was going to school at BYU. My sister had actually called and told us to turn on the news. We turned it on, only one tower had been hit and I was on my way out the door to go to class. I walked so Bry could stay and watch the news. By the time I got to campus the other tower had been hit and I walked into my class and my professor told us that class was cancelled. I was starting to get anxious. I called Bry and I went and found a bench on campus to have a seat and while on the phone the 1st tower hit had just fallen. I noticed how quiet the sky was. Provo has a lot of air traffic that lands in SLC. It was so eerie. I was getting a little frantic and hurried home. It was devastating. And still is. It is painful for me to see pictures. Painful to hear stories of loved ones lost. Causes even a little anxiety to relive it. It changed our world. Im grateful for the many servicemen who lost their lives trying to save the people in the building and my heartbreaks that they never made it out.