I remember this day seven years ago. I was five months pregnant with Jarod. I remember we all woke-up and were just having a lazy morning. The TV and radio weren't on. I was just sitting on the couch relaxing when the phone rang. It was my brother. He asked if I knew what was going on? I said no is everything ok? Thinking something happened to him or our family. He told me to turn on the TV and we saw just after the second plane hit. I remember feeling shocked. I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing.
We all watched it in silence as I hung up from my brother.. Then it was cut to the Pentagon and I just started crying. All I could think about as all those people that had died and wondering what was going on. The news kept playing over and over again and I couldn't turn it off or turn it. I remember just feeling helpless that day.
I remember calling all my family and friends and telling them how much I loved them. I hugged hubby and Chord as much as I could that day. My heart and prayers still goes out to the families that lost loved ones that day and for the solders that have been lost since that day.
I still can't watch videos of the planes crashing into the towers or the Pentagon. If I do happen to catch a glimpse of it, it's like I am transported to that day and I cry all over again. I can't even began to imagine what the families went through or are going through even now seven years later. Every since then when my hubby (or anyone I love) goes out the door I am sure to tell them that I love him(them) and to be careful. This is one even that has changed my life even though I didn't know anyone who died that horrible day. GOD BLESS AMERICA.