What do you remember about the day the towers fell?
My memories are spotty and brief. I remember walking to my early morning college class and wondering why the campus was so empty. I remember crowding around a small television set with my roommates and wondering what was going to happen to us. I remember holding hands with dozens of other students and praying openly outside. And I remember feeling relief when I finally reached my mom and heard that she and dad were ok.
As Baby Chuck and I hear the names of the deceased being read, I wonder how we'll talk to him about this event in the future. I'm still trying to understand it myself....