My porch this evening - September 10, 2011
I wasn't here on my front porch early in the evening of September 10, 2001. Perhaps the roses were blooming and the moon shining above the house, I can't recall. Perhaps it was a fair night, cooling off somewhat after still hot days, typical here in the South at this rather lovely time of year. Suspended between the torrid afternoons of Summer and the soon to be crisp mornings of Autumn, September can be almost perfect.
I flew into Raleigh on that quiet night with my DH and granddaughter Jasmin. We had enjoyed a visit to Florida with several days at Disney World, that perfect world of vibrant colors, smiling faces, kindness, and make believe. We fell into our beds, exhausted but happy after such a wonderful trip.
While getting Jasmin ready for pre-school the morning of September 11, the phone rang and my son told us to turn on the TV.....................the picture appeared just as the second plane hit the second tower of the World Trade Center.
The rest of this story doesn't have to be told here. It is a memory we each share. It is a day we will never erase from our memories.
The roses are named PEACE and they are blooming tonight. A sign that hopefully we will never see such a day as 9/11/2001 ever again.