I remember eight years ago I was working in advertising for a local Newspaper when I received an email from Daddy (then just fiancé) telling me that a plane had hit one of The Twin Towers.
I remember running down to the main news office, screaming to them to turn on the news and returning to my desk crying after having watched a few minutes of the events that were unfolding.
I remember sitting in my parents home with Daddy watching the news until very late that night and knowing that the world had forever changed.
I remember my prayers that night for everyone in the world, asking for them to feel some comfort from a loving Heavenly Father.
Today I will remember and pray for us all.