5 years later....

{Ed. Note: In my haste to write this post, I ignored simple math and originally titled this, "6 years later." 2006-2001=5 years. Ugh, mornings and math simply don't mix.}

I can't pay a tribute that does justice to horrific events of 9/11. I just can't. I was 3 months pregnant with Lucas (aka "Clyde") at the time and I watched entirely too much of CNN. I was overcome with grief as was most of America and I was scared for my then 5-year-old and 2-year-old sons and the baby I was going to be welcoming in six months. I remember calling my 5-year-old son's school and asking if I was still supposed to bring him to school. They told me "yes" and I felt that doing so was crazy. But I did it. And all day long I worried and worried. Shoot, "worry" doesn't even begin to touch on what I felt.

It's six years later and I would have thought we would have found the man behind all this by now. But we haven't. Threats are still coming in and our security is heightened. As well as our anxiety level. This new life of increasing security measures almost feels normal to us now. And we still have troops in Iraq.

So while we grieve for our collective loss and remember 9/11/01 today, let's also say a prayer, a real, heartfelt one, for the troops in Iraq and the ones who have returned. We may not agree with the politics behind it, but we can agree that we all want them to come home safe and sound.

Because I can't do a tribute justice, as much as I would love to be able to, I refer you to my favorite blogger, Trent. His tribute is thorough and endearing and includes all the names of the people who were victims of the events that day.