Remember.

On this day, 13 years ago, a wonderful friend that has since gone to Heaven, called me and said to get up and turn on the TV. As was every Tuesday we were going to run errands and then I would go to work that night to close the restaurant. This Tuesday wouldn't be like every Tuesday though. 

When I turned on the TV the first tower was smoking. I called my mom at work and told her they better go turn on the TV at her office. Then the second tower was hit. Then the Pentagon. Then Flight 93.

Politics and bipartisanship didn't matter that day. We were all Americans, united, standing together hurt and angry.  Let us never forget those feelings or that day. I am truly blessed to be American. We are blessed to have survived that day, and to persevere.  

That November I was in NYC. There was still smoke coming from Ground Zero. I'll never forget that. Seeing that was probably the most humbling moment of my life. There was so much devastation and so much loss and mixed with all the pain, pride; pride in the heroes of the day and our ability to ban together as Americans. 

Let us also never forget those lost in the Benghazi attacks in 2012. God bless America.