The next day, I had no clue what to do. I knew I could not sit there watching tv all day. I packed all the boys up and we went to the beach, the same beach mentioned in the post below. We were the only people there. Just a few days ago, I found this picture of Andy on the beach on 9/12/01. I LOVE this picture. It says so much to me and reminds me of so much every time I look at it. I cannot believe I lost track of it. Won’t happen again.
It’s on everyone’s mind. I remember it being one of our first days of homeschooling. Dan was just-turned 8, Ian and Tim were 6 and Andy was 17 months old. My mom called and asked if I had the tv on. I didn’t. I was a new homeschooler, for goodness sakes. But, I turned on the tv. And we watched. I remember scribbling a scavenger hunt for the boys – to go outside and find all of these things before you came back into the house. And, they did. They remember very little of 9/11/01. I, like so many people, watched in horror. And watched and watched and watched. You could not get away from it. I remember consciously avoiding going online that day and I’m glad I did that.