Eleven years ago this morning I drove to the cemetery to view a tree that our friends the Parhams had planted in memory of my wife Ann who had died in May. The car radio was playing classical music. I got out of the car and walked into the cemetery to the tree and spent a few minutes observing the planting, reading the memorial inscription and meditating. Returning to the car and starting the engine, the radio was now reporting the horrific attack on the twin towers. Shocked beyond belief, I sat there listening, the engine idling, and realized our lives had changed forever.
We all have indelible memories of that time. What were your thoughts?