Okay, so today is September 11th, 2006, 6 years after the attacks on the WTC, Pentagon, and when United Flight 93 went down. Like many out there I'm sure some of this hits close to home, as in you knew someone who died on that day, a firefighter, a passenger on the plane, or someone in the pengtagon or the WTC. I do as well. It was my dad's friend. He worked in the Windows On The World restaurant in the WTC. He had gone to work early that morning to do what he always did and what he loved. I didnt know him very well personally so I cant say much about him, but I know as my dad sits in his office today doing his work as he does everyday of his life, he's thinking about his friend, and all who passed away on that day.

September 11th hasnt ever been a "sad" day for me. Now you may ask well shouldnt you be sad about what happened? Sure I am. But my cousin Elizabeth's birthday is on this day too. She is someone very important in my life, i love her more than life itself. I was with her that day when the twin towers fell, it was all over the news. I couldnt turn a radio, tv, or look at the internet to see what happened that day. When I got home from school I couldnt shed a tear because of what happened. Why? Because we all had to be brave for her. She was only 7 then. Her parents didnt want her birthday to be a sad day from then on because of this big attack on our country, she wanted it to be a happy birthday for her daughter like it had been for 7 years before then. So it is. And tonight when my cousin gets home from school, I am going to call her and talk to her and wish her a very happy birthday, like ive done for 12 years. Before, and after 9/11. Her bright shinning face, with her smile wont be far from my mind today.

My heart goes out to all who died on September 11th, 2001. May they R.I.P.