I spent some time with my grandkids yesterday...ages 13 and 17. We talked 9/11. Neither was alive that horrible day. Neither could understand the terror we all lived with as a country that day. So, what I wanted them to know was there were heroes that day and that's the other part of what I shall never forget.
The men and women who went forth to try and protect or save others. The unity we all felt. The need to be sure our families were safe and how we held them a bit closer that day. The patients and staff coming together in the dining room to say a prayer together for those we lost and then breaking out into a spontaneous chorus of God Bless America.
God bless us all with the love and caring we all experienced that day.
The men and women who went forth to try and protect or save others. The unity we all felt. The need to be sure our families were safe and how we held them a bit closer that day. The patients and staff coming together in the dining room to say a prayer together for those we lost and then breaking out into a spontaneous chorus of God Bless America.
God bless us all with the love and caring we all experienced that day.
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