And remember the heroes and the innocents lost eleven years ago.
My aunt, who lost several friends and neighbors that day, sent me this:
Eleven years later, I see an airplane in a cerulean sky & feel the sting of tears.
Our fire department bugler played taps at 8:46 and 9:03.
It's a beautiful day here in CT.
I hope that everyone enjoys today and remembers to give extra love and hugs to those around you.
And let's also remember that we are Americans all.