The Cowgirl noticed me drop a few tears on the way to school today.
She asked what was making me sad and I told her they were talking about 9-11 on the radio and I was just remembering.
She looked so perplexed.
Why does that make you cry? she asked.
It was the worst day of my life, I answer.
Again, her confusion was palpable.
Did you know anyone who died?
Did you get hurt?
Did the planes get close to you?
Why was it the worst day of your life?
I swallow empty air looking for my answer. It isn't here. It burned up eleven years ago.
Still, eleven years later-
A hundred and eleven years later-
The worst day of my life.
On this sacred day I reverently remember every life given.
We will never forget.