No Words

There are no real words about what I felt today 10 years on from the 9/11 attacks. My thoughts are muddled at best. I know that what happened 10 years ago changed my life. J and I were living a rather mundane life, you see J is an Army reservist. We knew that things would change, but neither one of us knew just how much. It wasn't until we dropped the first bombs on the Taliban that it came to me full well that my husband might/would be called to duty. And he was. Since 9/11, J has been on active duty 6 of the last 10 years or 2 three year tours. I had to learn to live months on end without a husband, I had to learn how to deal with my own issues without a sounding board, since the last thing he wanted to hear was junk about my day. I know that through the last 10 years I have become stronger and more independent, but also more understanding of people's feelings and situations. As I watched the ceremonies today, I cried for those that have lost a loved one because of what happened that day. So today as I walked around our National Cemetary I stopped to thank those who have sacrificed all and pray for their families and also to thank God for the many gifts he has given to J and I.

Always Remember,
Magnolia