I’ve not written in a few days, not by design, but because I have my major project for class due this week. However, because of today’s date, I felt compelled to say this.
I was in Latrobe, Pennsylvania in 2001.
The small aircraft that nearly collided with Flight 93 was routed to the airport down the street from my house.
Flight 93 went down approximately 30 miles from me, as well.
No, I have not visited the memorials.
No, I don’t know any of the families.
No, I haven’t made a pilgrimage to D.C. or NYC to commemorate the day.
What I have done is:
Educate myself with what information I could find.
I continue to share the events of the day from my perspective attempting to understand how attacking citizens can be considered honorable.
I support our troops and the troops of our allies to the best of my ability.
I have researched how to make the homecoming transition more effective and though it may not be enough … EVER … I thank you for the life I have with all my being.
I, as long as I live, and as long as I teach, will never let the memory of the day fade. Nor will I let the lives of those lost – some researched and nearly memorized, some unknown just yet – but I will never allow the day lose it’s importance.
May your Patriot Day have the value deserved.
Good morning, good night wherever you are!
Kath
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