5 Years Ago

MIL and I were in Idaho visiting Charlie Brown's Grandma Nina, with a 6 mos old LMNOB.

I'd wakened to her cries of the morning, my cue to feed her.

It was not yet 7:00AM.

Soon though, the phone rang. A neighbor of Grandma Nina's had called at this early hour to tell her of what was happening on the other side of the country; we tried to piece together what the neighbor was telling her as her face fell. As she turned the TV on to CNN, though, we realized.

We watched the television in terror as the towers crumbled.

I called Charlie Brown. We cried together.

As the days and weeks that followed 9/11, I cried for families who lost their loved ones.

And wondered, "Why?"

5 years hasn't changed that - and it still brings me to tears.