grateful

I just watched some of the 9/11 Memorial and found myself entranced as family members and volunteers read the names of those who lost their lives. As the pictures, ages and hometowns of the people came across the screen I just got so sad thinking about their lives and how much their families and friends must miss them. One woman read the name of her husband who had lost his life and gave a tribute to him from her and their three children-- i just lost it at this point and sat here crying on the couch as the rest of the names were read. I think living out here in NY, seeing and knowing some of the policeman and firefighters, and even just recognizing many of the hometowns of the victims as made 9/11 more of a reality to me that I didn't quite feel before. I am amazed by the strength of the victims' families and my heart goes out to them. I am grateful for my family and it makes me just want to forget all the petty things in life and appreciate and love each other. I am glad I was able to have this little 'moment' today and will always remember those who lost their lives on this day eight years ago. I am going to get my kids off the bus and give them BIG HUGS...