Remember…

I’ll always remember that day.  I know where I was, what I was doing, whom I was with, and with whom I spoke about it first.  I remember feeling an intense need to speak with my husband.  I remember the surreal feelings, as though the unthinkable had happened, and it had.

I will not forget. 

God bless America.

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