It has been eight years already. Hard to believe. I will forever remember it for the beauty of the sky that day. I don’t believe there was ever a more lovely morning, than September 11th, 2001. The sky was cerulean blue, and the air was so clear and crisp. It was close to 80 degrees that day, without a cloud, or drop of humidity. So achingly beautiful, that the tragedy unfolding before us on our televisions seemed all the more surreal.
May God Bless the victims, and their families, and grant them eternal rest.