09/11/2026
We must never forget 9/11 and all of the heroes we lost that day, as well as those that survived and their families that carry all of the horrific memories of everything they witnessed.
Please remember them.
Each year I relive that day, share the experience and pray for our Nation.
The morning of 9/11 Guy and I were on vacation with his parents in Louisiana. We were at a friend’s cabin on the lake. Guy and his Dad were out fishing and I was slowly waking up. Then I heard the phone ring. I immediately knew that something was wrong.
As I heard Guy’s mom talking I jumped out of bed and she turned on the news just as the second tower was struck. We cried, held each other and rushed to the dock.
Guy and his Dad were just returning. We frantically told them what had happened and we all rushed back inside to watch the news as this reality slowly sank in.
I remember being in complete shock. We had to go into town that day and there were cars lined up at every single gas station. It seemed so unreal as everyone didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to expect, felt scared, sad and angry.
For the remainder of our vacation, we remained solemn and honestly concerned about what potentially could happen next. Our return flight was delayed several days and the thought of getting onto a plane was terrifying.
It was bittersweet getting on the almost completely empty plane. I was afraid to leave the safety of the ground and the comfort of Guy’s parents. I wanted to just be home with my family but thought of all the families that would never be the same.
In the days and months ahead I felt the strong sense of patriotism that swept over our nation. We were United! I truly felt that we were the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!
I pray that the tragedy of 9/11 is never repeated, that we never forget that day, and that we can be UNITED not because of acts of cowards, but because we all realize what matters. 🇺🇸
