It was a gorgeous morning at our new little cabin on the Washougal River. There was a light mist layered across the water. I had taken a cup of coffee down to sit on the rocks on the side of the river to watch the salmon running upstream to spawn. It was a glorious sight to see the salmon truly r-u-s-h-i-n-g through the rock rapids to try to push themselves past the shallow parts of the river. In doing this, they put up a six foot high spray as they muscled their way through the rushing rapids.
Then my husband came out on the deck and yelled, "Jill! Come in! Something has happened!" That was when we both sat down on the couch and stared at the events unfolding on the news channels about the airplanes hitting the Twin Towers. It was unbelievable, like a horror movie being portrayed hour by hour except it was real.
I will never forget anything of that day. All of it was horrible but also laced with heroics, love, strength and determination. I pray for the continual healing yet still for the families left behind.
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