As we reflect upon this day 10 years ago and how it has effected all of our lives, I am grateful for those that I hold dear to my heart. My family and the memories I build with them truly bring the greatest joy. When I went to Hawaii last year to visit some relatives and work on some family history, I was sad to realize that there was nothing written of my grandmother's life. She died when I was just a baby so I have no memories of her. How I wish I had even just a letter of her thoughts that I could treasure and share with my children. It is so important for us to not only find our ties to the past, but to preserve the history of our own lives for the future. Here is a great article from ancestry that I found today. May we each take a moment to reflect on what truly matters most and write down our feelings this day. We never know what tomorrow will bring.
From the article, "This morning I took my breakfast out to the back porch to enjoy a crystal blue sky and a beautiful early September morning. With the September 11th anniversary upon us, I couldn’t help but remember that on the morning of 9/11 the air had a very similar feel to it. Crisp, clear, and with no hint of what was to come. My daughter was in Kindergarten and I remember running to school to pick her up, wondering how to explain to her what had happened. The other day I asked her about it, because I wondered what the memories would be like from her perspective. It was interesting to hear the things she remembered and what stood out to her... (read full article here)
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