September is hands down my favorite month of the year...as I've mentioned a time or two already. We get football, the beginning of fall weather, boots, my birthday, Labor Day - it's just the best in my book.
However, September also now brings a somber memory of that fateful day on 9/11 twelve years ago. It's ironic because when I first started my blog back in 2011, one of my very first posts was about the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I am such a huge baby about this day, so don't mind me when I'm over here crying all day. I love WAY too many firemen & policemen in my life so this really hits home.
We all remember where we were when we heard the godawful news, and how it made us feel. We remember the people on TV amidst the chaos - their faces tear stained, ash covered and their lives forever changed. We remember the fear of uncertainty about what might come next. We remember the heroes. We remember the fallen ones - the ones that lost their lives just by showing up to work, or sacrificed their own life to try and save another. We will never forget.