September 11th-random thoughts

First, I want to say. Woo Hoo!! It's raining!!
YaY!! It's been raining and raining for about 24hrs straight at least.
It's wonderful. Our grass was so bad, it looked like hay. After the first night, everything is already green. Which means we'll need to cut the grass next weekend...

Today is also, Dispatcher Appreciation Day. Appreciate your Dispatchers! Not many do...lol.

Seriously,

Today has a couple of different meanings to us. For one, like everyone else, it's been 8yrs since the tragedy "9/11". After a major event, people always ask, "where were you the day....".
I was in Florida, in my apt, asleep.
I didn't work that day and slept in. When I woke up, TV's on, and all of the planes had already hit. I couldn't tell if what I was hearing/watching was real or not.
Later that day or maybe it was the next, I remember driving around and there was a feeling in the air. You knew everyone was connected at that moment. Everyone was feeling, thinking, listening to, watching the same thing.
I moved home by the end of the month. Actually one of my best friends, Mandy, was flying out to drive back with me. I remember we were both nervous for her to fly and even if she would be able to. Being nervous/carfefully watching planes in the sky, wondering....
Months later I was living in the duplex in Belton and working at the 911 center. I remember watching for hours and hours as they read the names of the people killed that day. I remember forcing myself to do other things, to remove myself from it for awhile. It was too sad.
Years go by, everyone gets back to their "normal" lives. What ever "normal" is.
Eight years later, I'm married, owning our first home, have been able to FLY several times. The first time Kyle and I flew to Florida to meet my Dad, earlier this year we flew to DC, Devon and I flew to surprise Dad. That was just this year.
Whatever your thoughts, beliefs, political views about all of it...the war, presidents, religion. Thousands of brave men and women have fought and lost their lives, in one way or another, to make sure we can go on with ours. I plan to make the most of it.