All day we watched the events unfold on television, in continued amazement. Our daughter now understood that evil men from the other side of the world had violently attacked us in the name of their god. We all began to understand about an organization called al Qaeda, and a terrible man named Osama Bin Laden. The faces of Mohammed Atta, and others became burned into our minds, along with, of course, the horrifying images of the aftermath in New York, Washington, and Shanksville.
As we learned about the heroic efforts of men and women in NYC, and in the skies over Shanksville, we felt hope. That evening, our daughter called us into the hallway, where she had been playing with her Lego table. She proudly announced to her mom and me, that she had "rebuilt the towers" for New York. We instantly knew that even at 6 years old, she understood the gravity of this event.
We have been through so much since that time. It brought us all closer together, nationally, as well as at home. It helped us as a nation, and personally, to appreciate our lives, and also to understand the fragility of our fortune, and the importance of vigilant protection of our precious families, and our precious freedom.
Today, my beautiful daughter is sixteen, and my precious wife has gone home to join our Lord in Heaven. So much has changed in these 10 years, but I pray we never forget.
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