My 9/11 Remembrance

I was in a training class near work.  The instructor used a lot a humor in his lecture.  A style I appreciate.  But as the morning passed, rumors kept drifting into the room.  If they were true, I did not want to laugh.  I left the class early and went back to the office.  There, on the large monitors, over and over again the planes flew into the World Trade Towers.

I was eager to go home and be with my husband and church family.  But this same day, my husband’s uncle died, after a prolonged and difficult illness.  To be with his family, as soon as I arrived home, we packed quickly and drove the 11 ½ hours to Georgia. Because of our need for this quick departure there, I was unable to grieve with, give to, and draw strength from my BRUU family.  Having missed this time with BRUU I still feel a missing spot in my heart.  BRUU brings me all of this and much more.