Five Years

We all know what we were doing the morning of September 11, 2001. We all remember exactly what we were doing at the moment everything happened, it's not something we will easily forget.
I was watching the CBS special last night and crying. My son didn't understand why I was crying so he asked "Mommy boo-boo?" I held him on my lap and said "Yes, baby. Mommy has a boo-boo in her heart." He played with the car in his hand as Daddy and I watched the towers hit...again...and fall...again. I was listening to the morning radio this morning ...crying...
Five years, and it's still raw.
My prayers are out there for the innocent lives lost. My prayers are out there for the firefighters and police officers that put their lives on the line...you will never be forgotten.
Saying "Thank you" to them doesn't even seem like enough when it comes to this situation, I think if I were ever to meet one of the surviving firefighters that i saw on that show last night, I would fall at their feet in tears, because they were there. I was in my house, safe, just worrying about my family that still lives in The City. And they were there, trying to help our families and friends without even knowing what was happening.
To wish this away doesn't even begin to express what we feel. Someone on the show last night said that they were hoping so bad for it to be a dream, that they would blink and the towers would be back up and it was not real. How we all wish that...
I don't even know what to say right now.