8 years ago, I wasn't in DC. I was sitting on the couch in my sorority house with my mouth hanging open, feeling the world change.
My dad, though, he was here. He was here rushing into a burning pentagon when all common sense would have him rushing out.
For my dad, so many heroes, and all those who were lost then and since, I'm sending out some love and gratitude today.
And remembering never to take anything for granted.
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