Today is a day of reflection. For most of us, we remember where we were, who we were with, and what we were feeling when we heard the news about the terrorist attacks on 9/11. I was sitting in history class in the Clark Bldg on the CSU campus. We were watching a video online but the video didn't work, so the TV was on with the news airing. This is when we saw the story unfold. We sat there in bewilderment. Is this true? Is this happening? Who could do this? All the questions so many of us asked. I remember how sad I felt. I went home that day and gave my dad, a fireman, and wrapped my arms around him and told him how much I loved him.
Today, 14 years later and now the wife of a fireman, my thoughts are different than previous years. Yes, my own dad was a fireman but I never associated the risks he took on every day because he was my hero. In my book, he was invisible, nothing would ever happen to my dad. To be honest, I still feel that way about him. Mr. Incredible! But now with my own husband, the dad of my two sons, I feel different. For example, ironically, this morning at 1:30 am, Josh was dispatched on a fire in the foothills. There was a house fire. Josh was first in and the crew was quickly supported by other engines not far behind. Thankfully, the family was safely outside but yet the firefighters attacked the fire until it was diminished. Sadly, the family lost their home. There was significant damage to the home. Even though, I was asleep and didn't know about this until I woke up, I couldn't help but think about the women and men who were asleep on the morning of 9/11 thinking their spouses and partners were safe. Imagining they were making breakfast and tidying up before they came home. Yet, they didn't. They were first in and last out. They risked their lives and they knew it was their job to be there for those who had their worst days. For those individuals who turned on the TV and saw the tragic event unfold, thinking about their loved ones. Praying for them to come. I sit here today, knowing that those firefighters did not return and left their families alone doing the very job that they were intended to do - serve. I think about the families and the sacrifice they made for our country and honor them on this day for all that they did, for the support they gave their firefighter and the strength they have today to carry on their memories. I salute the women and men who stand behind the firefighters, policemen, military personnel who serve our country because in our own way we are serving our country too. God bless!
A beautiful tribute was featured in the Coloradoan today. My husband was one of the men standing strong in honor of all of the lives lost on this historical day. See the pictures here: http://www.coloradoan.com/picture-gallery/news/2015/09/11/photos-poudre-fire-authority-remembers-911/72060830/
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