9/11 is a day that we will all carry with us forever in our own way.

I remember those pictures, on that site, so well, they still effect me and most likely always will. Two of them I have framed as a reminder. I'm sure we all have a memory of what we were doing that day and how it effected us.

Personal for me, it was the day when my world stoped for a time.

I will never forget my phone ringing that morning, my brother on the other end saying "Turn on the TV NOW! I got to go" then he hung up. Watching the TV and knowing that both my brothers were there, my world froze. The one brother lived 3 blocks from the Trade Center, the other had a meeting there that morning. Days of not knowing, waiting and waiting, afraid everytime the phone rang but gluded to the phone hoping that it would ring. Afraid to leave my home, just in case that call came in, finally having to leave, needed pet food. Walking around Winn Dixie, it happened my cell phone rang, they found my 1 brother, he was alive. I got on my knees and cryed right there in the can goods. 1 brother still uncounted for. Then the next day, the other brother called, he had made it to a friends and the phone had just got turned back on for him to call. Even now I cry remembering that day, the day I almost lost both brother and then the day I got them back. The worse and the best all in a matter of days.

So on a personal note, I want to thank God for sparing my Brothers and giving me my family back. God bless those that where not as lucky as I was. For a short time I carry just a little of what they are carring with them forever and so today, tommorow and every day after, they will always be in my heart and prays.