tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20629322340986737482009-02-21T01:10:40.931-06:009-11ccnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062932234098673748.post-380926489740779742007-07-30T09:08:00.001-05:002007-07-30T09:18:44.478-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtg6MG7ZcXk/Rq3xGbTeykI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-uVBObbgK90/s1600-h/plane2a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gtg6MG7ZcXk/Rq3xGbTeykI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-uVBObbgK90/s320/plane2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092991846336875074" border="0" /></a>After that devastating morning, the most terrifying thing to me, living so far from New York, was the silence in the skies. We live in Dallas, under one of the busiest air traffic patterns in the country. After that morning of 9-11, our skies were silent. I've never seen such a big empty sky. I went out at night, looking up at the skies, seeing only stars, hearing only the breeze. The next morning was the same. A beautiful, but empty and silent sky. Finally after 3 days, the welcome sight of our courageous planes in the sky again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062932234098673748-38092648974077974?l=intheirmemory.blogspot.com'/></div>ccnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2062932234098673748.post-20452436959882659372007-07-29T22:15:00.000-05:002007-07-29T21:55:03.704-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtg6MG7ZcXk/Rq04zLTeyhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5vmnjN_O0g/s1600-h/9-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gtg6MG7ZcXk/Rq04zLTeyhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5vmnjN_O0g/s320/9-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092789205484882450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >T</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >his time of year I always go back in my mind to that beautiful blue sky day of September 11, 2001. I read the books, watch the films and remember. It was such a beautiful morning. Suddenly, horribly, shattered by the terrible images of planes flying into buildings and the certain knowledge of innocent people dying.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:courier new;" >In our country there is a "disconnect" between the people of New York City and the people who live elsewhere and have no direct link to the City. But on that day, we were all one with the people in the City. We all felt the horror. We all felt the loss. We all felt the fear. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Remember with me. Honor the people who were so brave that day and in the following months. Don't ever forget the tragedy</span>.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2062932234098673748-2045243695988265937?l=intheirmemory.blogspot.com'/></div>ccnoreply@blogger.com1