
sourceI would venture to guess that, for most Americans, in the last eight years a September 11 has not gone by when they didn't stop for a moment or two and reflect on the where they were moments of 2001. It is certainly the case for me, and frankly, I don't
want a 9/11 to go by that I
don't remember that day...The drive home after working an overnight shift, hearing the first bit of news on the radio as I pulled into the driveway, the phone conversations I had throughout the day with various family members and freinds, the difference in reaction to the news from people of varying ages and generations (my grandma's immediate fear that her grandsons would be drafted and sent to war versus my younger sister's comments of being "tired of" all her teachers talking about it all. day. long.), the way I was glued to the television for the entire day despite being up for over 24 hours.

sourceToday I think I may have done even more reflecting than recent years past. Today our local police department
buried one of their officers. On Monday morning, Officer Crittendon responded to a call from a woman who requested a police escort for her and her teenage daughter in entering their apartment because she feared that her ex-husband (whom she had a restraining order against) was in the home. If you feel inclined, you can read the whole story
here, but the short story involves a flaming, gas soaked rag, a struggle, and a shoot out with 14 rounds being fired (5 from the back-up officer and 9 from the suspect...aka "the bad guy"). Officer Crittendon died of a close range gun-shot wound to the head from his own gun (shot by said bad guy), and Officer Olson was wounded. Incidentally, the bad guy was slain by Officer Olson, and the two women (who were pushed out of harms way by Officer Crittendon) suffered no injuries.
Today, I decided to watch the funeral on a local TV station while I was on the treadmill at the gym, and I have to say I was moved much more than I thought I would have been. Today I am reminded of those who were directly impacted by the events of 2001, and those who served at the scenes that day and the days and weeks following. I am reminded of those who serve our country through our military services (against the greater "bad guys"), and those who serve to keep our communities safe every day.
Today my heart goes out to each of them.