Remembering 9/11
10 years goes by in a flash! Tyler was 5 years old and we lived in Vancouver Washington at the time. Our home had two floors and I was sleeping upstairs when Dean ran up the stairs to tell me that the US was at war. It was a surreal moment- I carried Tyler’s little sleeping body down the stairs and sat in front of the television- stunned like I imagine most Americans were. Tears streamed down my face as the reports came in of the people who were lost, the rescue workers who freely gave their lives and the thought that America would never be the same again. I recall so clearly looking at my sleeping son and the stark contrast between his innocence and the hatred