My mom tells me she can remember exactly what she was doing the day President Kennedy was assasinated.
I recall I was in jr high...staying in during lunch working on an art project when I heard news that the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded, killing all 7 passengers.
On the morning of September 11, 2001 I was home with my 3 babies. Alice and Emma sat munching breakfast in their highchairs, while I spooned oatmeal at little Sam as he sat in his bouncy seat on the kitchen table. Mom called and told me to flip on the news, and together we watched in disbelief as the second plane crashed into the twin towers.
Still etched on my brain, like it was only yesterday.
Offering prayers for healing, forgiveness, peace.
