I had quite a few hits to my blog for a post from a few years ago regarding 9/11 – probably from those searching for unique stories or others to share their emotions.

No, it will never be the same. All we can do is learn and grow from it.

I had quite a few hits to my blog for a post from a few years ago regarding 9/11 – probably from those searching for unique stories or others to share their emotions.

No, it will never be the same. All we can do is learn and grow from it.

I had quite a few hits to my blog for a post from a few years ago regarding 9/11 – probably from those searching for unique stories or others to share their emotions.

No, it will never be the same. All we can do is learn and grow from it.

My next door neighbor lost her sister-in-law, her brother’s bride of a year. My daughter’s gym teacher’s brother-in-law was on the plane from Boston. A co-worker’s sister returned to Atlanta Sunday night because of a sick child, missing a 9:00 am meeting in the second tower. Her family didn’t know until Wednesday that she missed the meeting. A close friend took off from Dulles for the west coast ten minutes before the ill-fated flight. Our CEO had a meeting scheduled in the WTC for later that day.

Air traffic coming to a halt changed the background noise in our city; the silence was broken periodically by the drone of military prop planes. To this day, the sound of prop planes makes me stop and reflect.

My next door neighbor lost her sister-in-law, her brother’s bride of a year. My daughter’s gym teacher’s brother-in-law was on the plane from Boston. A co-worker’s sister returned to Atlanta Sunday night because of a sick child, missing a 9:00 am meeting in the second tower. Her family didn’t know until Wednesday that she missed the meeting. A close friend took off from Dulles for the west coast ten minutes before the ill-fated flight. Our CEO had a meeting scheduled in the WTC for later that day.

Air traffic coming to a halt changed the background noise in our city; the silence was broken periodically by the drone of military prop planes. To this day, the sound of prop planes makes me stop and reflect.

My next door neighbor lost her sister-in-law, her brother’s bride of a year. My daughter’s gym teacher’s brother-in-law was on the plane from Boston. A co-worker’s sister returned to Atlanta Sunday night because of a sick child, missing a 9:00 am meeting in the second tower. Her family didn’t know until Wednesday that she missed the meeting. A close friend took off from Dulles for the west coast ten minutes before the ill-fated flight. Our CEO had a meeting scheduled in the WTC for later that day.

Air traffic coming to a halt changed the background noise in our city; the silence was broken periodically by the drone of military prop planes. To this day, the sound of prop planes makes me stop and reflect.