I do remember

I moved to Boston in December of 2001. I worked at a Big Fancy Hospital (just like the one I work in now…only on the east coast) in Boston. Right across from Fenway Park (Boo, Red Sox!).


I took the subway to work because for all California has to brag about, our public transportation leaves a LOT to be desired. I took a shuttle to T station, grabbed a Metro and just barely made my train. The Metro is just a little paper that you read while you kill time on the subway. In fact, I usually breezed through it, and left it in the seat when I got out, so that someone else could read it until their stop. I sat down, and looked at the front page.

On the front page was a picture of every person on the 2 flights that left from Logan Airport in Boston, Mass.

(unrelated: You know what’s really UNCOMFORTABLE for subway riders? Watching a woman bawl while reading the Metro. I mean, complete with runny nose and that hiccup and nowhere to blow your nose because you totally did not expect to be crying hysterically at 7AM on your way in to work. Not that this ever happened to me or anything…I’m just saying)

It had only been a year.

I read the Metro from front to back, reading stories about innocent people who had no idea their lives were going to be sacrificed simply because of others who hate. Students, parents, kids, people who were just coming back from vacation, not just Americans. This one day changed so many lives.

And even as people swear to always remember, people forget.

But I will never be one of those people. And I will make sure that my children remember. Too much of my life, and the lives of those close to me, has changed based on one single horrifying day.

The Man & Brat before he deployed. The FIRST TIME.

It will always be in the back of my mind, as the wife of a husband who has done several deployments, as a person who watched the news unbelieving just like everyone else, as a person whose heart still hurts for all of those people who died on that day, and the military personnel that give their lives to fight for our freedoms (whether or not *you* agree with them).

I do remember. I ALWAYS will.