We remember

Everyone has their memories, everyone has their stories, but all of us can agree it's a horrible day we will never forget.
I was working in New Rochelle at the time, Davide was on Rector street. When the principal came to my classroom door and said to go down and call my mother and that my husband was ok, my heart just stopped.
When I got in touch with my mom, she told me that one tower had collapsed, that she saw the second plane on TV when it hit..........it all felt really surreal, all she said was that Davide had called and that he was ok.
When I went back to my classroom, my students were curious, they knew something wasn't right. We spent the remainder of the period in prayer, and I read them the news updates that were coming in on my pager. This was one of my more difficult classes, but that day we formed a bond of comfort, that helped us throughout the rest of the school year.
When I was driving home I could not hold back the tears.....I remember being at an intersection and a woman that was driving next to me just mouthed the words "it will be ok", she helped me make the trip home.
Davide came home that night after all the trains were restored, he told us about the horrors, about the plane tire outside his building, about the dust and smoke and the people running.
We did not know it at the time, but I was pregnant with Matthew........and still to this day I still think........what if.........he would of never met his son.....
This day has always been difficult, I did not personally know anyone who died in the attacks, but just having my husband too close to what was happening makes me reflect on how lucky we were.
Take a moment today, and remember those who were lost, and thank God for those who are still here.