Think. Back. Think. Back.
Where were you?
I was pulling my hot red van into the Green School parking lot....late of course....if I had been on time I would have missed the radio news describing the bombing. As I went inside the building, others had heard the news and we all just looked at each other. We went thru the day not knowing much because the district had ordered us to keep all TVs and radio's off while the students were in the building. Like we had TV at Green School. At 3:30 I immediately left for home. I really wanted to see my kids....Frick and Frack were in 2nd grade and College Girl was in 6th grade.
That night at home, we ate in front of the TV. We NEVER did that on a week night. Our kids knew it was serious....and we wanted them to remember.
It seems like yesterday.
And yet, for many others, it is the here and now. It will never be any other day but that one day.
Pray for....well, everything. And everyone.
Because none of us have been the same since that day.