We Will Never Forget

My senior year at Mannford High School, in my 1st period class.  That is where I was when we turned on the TV to see a plane had flown into the World Trade Center.  A day I will never forget.  A day that even after 10 years, it is still so fresh in my mind.

Images, videos, movies, and documentaries are flooding the TV and Internet this week.  It feels like it just happened.  As much as I don't want to be sad and remember what happened, I can't look away.  I have been on the computer all night just watching stories of people who lost their loved ones.  I have been watching tv all night, watching Flight 93.  I told my Mema to make sure I am up by 7 to watch all the specials they are doing tomorrow morning.  I have told Robert to tape the channels I wont be watching.

Why am I so wanting to relive what happened and be so sad.  It is just so sad.  I just can't imagine what people lived thru.  I can't imagine what the people felt knowing that they were going to die soon.  I can't imagine how it must have felt for the family members to talk to their love ones on the plane before it crashed.  It is just so sad.  And I know I keep saying that, but it is just so sad.  I don't know what else to say.

The kids who never met their fathers, the firefighters who risked their lives to help everyone in the towers, the men and women on Flight 93 who stopped the hijackers of crashing into another building, the men and women who have died from the ashes and smoke they inhaled trying to save lives under the rebel.  It is just so sad.

Today, Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.

   Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

   Where there is injury, pardon;

   Where there is doubt, faith;

   Where there is despair, hope;

   Where there is darkness, light, and

   Where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master,

   Grant that I may not so much seek

   To be consoled as to console;

   To be understood as to understand;

   To be loved as to love;

   For it is in giving that we receive;

   It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and

   It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

I will be praying for our country tomorrow.  I will be praying for the people who have lost loved ones.  I will be praying for the men and women who are oversees fighting for our country.  I will be praying for New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington D.C.  I will be praying for everyone, as we remember what happened to our country on 9/11.  

My Dearest Mommy

What do I say about my mommy.  She is obsessed with the San Fransisco Giants, I mean obsessed.  She is a great organizer.  She is a fantastic mother.  She is a breast cancer survivor.  She loves her grandchildren more then anything in this world.  And she is just the best mommy that anyone can ask for.

This month I will have the greatest pleasure of seeing my mom twice.  See, she lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  And I only get to see her maybe once every few months or so.  But she just graced us with her presence last week for 9 days.  And today I am leaving for Oklahoma for my nephew's 2nd birthday.  So I get to see her again. 

Her visit was so much fun.  We went to the Colorado Springs Zoo, the farm, Ikea, she bought me all 3 Twilight movies, so we watched all 3 of them, she watched Taylor one night, so Robert and I could have a date, we did a Giants photo shoot with Taylor at Chatifield Botanic Gardens, we went to Tiny Town, Heritage Square, and we ate a lot. 

Did I mention that my mommy is obsessed with the Giants.  I mean absolutely loves them.  It's kind of ridiculous how much she loves them.  Ha ha.  She is either watching Sports Center for highlights, watching the game on her phone or computer, watching or listening to the highlights from their World Series Championship last year, or reading Giants books.  She's not the only one though.  She follows after my Pa and Papa.  And she is trying to corrupt Taylor.  But that is not likely if Robert has anything to say about it.  So here are a few pictures from our photo shoot that she wanted to do with Taylor.



I love my mommy so much.  She has been there for me always.  The good, the bad, and the very ugly.  Thank you mommy for everything you have done and will do.  See you this weekend.  And almost Happy Birthday in a couple of weeks.