Every year for the past 6 years I am a bit sad and sometimes depressed on this day. Amy and I had just come back - more or less - from Cabo San Lucas, Amy had found out she had been laid off, and had just gotten back from Florida from visiting her family because her grandfather was very sick. She was getting ready to start her first week of unemployment and I was getting ready to head out to work when I watched the planes hit the World Trade Center.
I am not really one for big patriotic memorials or observances, but I think it is important to have at least a moment of silence or some sort of observance to at least give some respect to those who died. Maybe that sounds hokey or cheesy, but I think it is necessary so that we don't ever forget.
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