I was already crying when I woke up at 6 am on September 11, 2001, for
I woke up knowing that it would be the last day that I would be in the condo where my mother and step dad had spent the last ten years of their lives. I had spent the night alone in the upstairs bedroom, over the room where mom had given her last shout out to lung cancer a few years before. My step dad had been moved up north to live out his days with his real daughter. It was my job to clean out the house and get it ready for sale.
So, I woke up and turned on the TV, expecting to see Katie Couric's smile.
Instead I saw, with sleepy, tear filled eyes, a plane fly into the World Trade Center Tower.
With one gasp I knew that the world had changed, and never felt more alone than at that moment.
Please just take a moment to pray for a better tomorrow.