Well tomorrow is just another Saturday for many of us - me included.
But as I was sitting down to write this posting I was reminded of what tomorrow will mean to the families of the victims that perished during the terrorist attacks on 9/11.
Some people will be visiting grave sites that hold no bodies. Other will hold family BBQ's to remember their loved ones that are no longer here with us and all of them will remember.
I remember that morning like yesterday, rushing, on my way to the office. Stopping at the Naval Air Station and picking up some new plans for a job we were working on. I remember being on my cell phone arguing with a subcontractor about wiring for controls when the radio announced a plane had struck one of the trade towers in New York City.
It had to be a joke. This radio station was renowned for their jokes even when it wasn't April Fools Day. But then the DJ's partner came on to assure the listening audience that it was indeed true.
I remember getting out of my truck and running into the office because there was no way a plane accidentally hit the trade tower. There was immediate pandemonium as we gathered in one office to watch the news reports that we could pick up via the Internet. After about twenty minutes of speculation, we all piled into my truck and headed to the boss's house to watch the news that would for the next forty eight hours dominate our lives.
I remember sitting in her den, on that cold leather couch and watching horrified as the second tower was struck in front of our very eyes. Than later watching as the first tower fell and then the second. The hours ticked by with all of us shell-shocked, past horrified and overwhelmed by the images on the screen.
My husband had worked the night before on some gear installations so his clock was set to wake him up around 3:00 pm. I drove home in a daze and had the unfortunate job of waking him up and telling him about the events that had transpired while he was sleeping. We turned the TV on and sat glued in front of it for the rest of the evening hoping that survivors would be found.
I remember getting into bed that night and my heart literally aching for all of the people who lost loved ones that day. And my husbands final words before sleep took me were, "I went to sleep this morning and the world looked one way, when I woke up it was changed, you were changed, I was changed. I don't think we will ever get that back."