I remember this day 8 years ago.
I remember my husband called home to tell us to turn on the TV.
I remember calling my mom in disbelief and — while I was on the phone with her — hearing on the radio that the 2nd tower fell and telling her that it had happened.
I remember going around in a daze all day, unsure what had occurred.
I remember crying for a week, thinking of all the people we lost, mourning for their families.
I remember my world irreparably changing.
I remember the silent skies.
I remember a fear of flying.
I remember those families.
I remember those lost.
I remember.
I will not forget.
I remember.
