Since 9/11
Twelve years ago my parents, my oldest daughter (then an infant) and I were in a hotel room in Cocoa Beach, FL. My mom and I had walked down to get breakfast, and when the spunky petite waitress announced that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. It hadn’t occurred to me that America and our world was forever changed. Honestly we didn’t understand the severity of what happened. My mom and I finished out breakfast, and found my dad outside. Together we made our way back to the room, and stayed there glued to the TV starring in horror for the better part of the day. I was watching Tom Browkaw try to hold it together as the first tower fell, and then the second. I watched in horror as we realized the Pentagon had been flown into and as the plane on the field was discovered. Being there in that moment only minutes down the road from an Air Force Base, with my father who was a grunt soldier in Vietnam, wa...