Come together

Today holds a lot of meaning for me. Nine years ago, the towers were attacked. Before then, I knew September 11th as just my Papa's birthday. Growing up, Papa was my biggest hero (and he still is to this day). My grandma died on September 10th 2001... A day before Papa's birthday, and a day before the towers fell. I will never forget this day, or really that entire week. I wish we, as a nation, were still as united as we were then...after all, isn't this the United States? Call me crazy, but I hope we can get back on the right track soon.


RIP Papa and Grandma. I miss you more each day and can't wait to see your smiling silly faces again someday.