Remembering

09/11/2001 is a day nobody will forget. It's a day in my life that stands out in strange ways. I can remember details about the day that you normally forget. What Dylan was wearing. I remember the look in people's eyes, the look that was a wild combination of fear and sadness. I think being in Washington State during 9/11 was both a blessing and a curse. I was not personally connected to anyone who died that day, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Those people, their stories, the images became ingrained in your soul. I remember laying in bed that night wondering, what comes next? There was also a sense of connection to every other American during that time. For a brief time we were just Americans, regardless of our race, religion, or political affiliation. We were all mourning the same loss and all fearing the same evil. Since that time our country has lost that sense of oneness, and in all reality has probably drifted even farther from it than before. But for today, no matter who you are or where you are, you'll remember that day and remember how you felt, because 9/11 affected everyone in some way.