Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?

I will always remember.....

I can't say I will ever be the same, can anyone? Some people are tired of it, the remembrances. I'm not. I wasn't there, I only saw images on a television. But I can remember the jolt of realization crossing that bridge over the Ala Moana in Honolulu, walking to my job in the 2nd tallest building in the city, that my husband, who had been gone on a 6-month deployment and was only gone about 6 weeks, might not come home. I nearly collapsed. That's a feeling I won't ever forget, and it pushes me to strive when I think things can't get worse.

7 years later...so many other wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters have actually had to know their Soldiers, Sailors, Marines or Airmen weren't coming back. All because some people assumed the answer to September 11th, 2001 was to start something they thought they could finish.

At my trip to NYC this past summer, we came upon something amazing. Well, not really at first, but thanks to Karl, we got off the tour bus at an unscheduled stop. We looked for a minute, then stopped and really looked. The following show all the tiles and the ones that especially struck a chord with me....These are my remembrances.



May we all find a little peace today. May we never forget what we all are capable of, and try to think of ways to change our own nature to save ourselves and the world around us.

~Cissa

According to the Bible, even God took a day off...

....and who am I to argue with the Christians? Hey, I don't want to get put on a stake!

so today, as I spend my last day in New York City at BrittCon, I am leaving today mostly without a post...

Expect a detailed report on Monday!

~Cissa