Do you remember where you were six years ago? Most likely you do. I know I do. There's not too much anybody can add to what happened....we all know how we felt. It was truly a day where everybody's lives stood still. Maybe just for a couple of days...but life took a backseat.

My parents were married on 9/11/1976. From there union, I was conceived and born. To me, 9/11 means more than a terrorist attack and death. 9/11 is the starting point of a family. It was when two people found each other and decided to live and work together for the rest of their lives. That date became one that symbolized love, honor, devotion, and trust. No terrorist could take that away from my parents. And it will not take that away from me.

On this day, as we remember all those that have fallen and reflect on all that we have lost...we should also reflect on what we have gained. This day does mean different things to different people. I know what it means to me.

Take care and God bless