Y'all may know that I'm not the most conservative politically, so this is not a stump speech and I don't want it to become political. I just thought maybe some people would want to talk about their feelings about the anniversary or what they remember from the actual day. I didn't find out until after the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower. I heard about it on the news on the way to school, and then commiserated and mourned with my friends (fellow students and several professors) in the studio at BYU. I was in shock. It was like it wasn't real. I didn't see any images of the attacks until later that day--we were listening to the radio at the studio. To tell you the truth, I was in shock for months. To a certain extent I still am. Most of us will never be the same. The world IS different. I never never really new depression before 9/11. Oh, I had sad periods, and even sometimes previous that might have been diagnosable as depression, but not like since. I can't even imagine what it must be like for people who were/are closer to the tragedies. I don't really know anyone who died in the attacks. I don't even know anyone close to me who has died in the wars since. To be a victim, or a relative of a victim, or a first responder, or a soldier... I don't know those things and I have the deepest respect and empathy towards them. I was sick this morning, so I wasn't up to observe the moments of silence with the rest of the country. But I wore black today as a memorial, and I have spent a lot of time today and in the last week or so thinking about it.