09/12/2026
This was the last picture my husband took of me on 9/11/2001.
We were outside the place we stayed in Rome and it was too early for me, so he was laughing at me about it. Some things never change.
Later that day, our flight home to DC, via NYC, took a sharp turn north turning us into some of the โplane peopleโ come from away in St. Johnโs, Newfoundland.
5 years ago, in another blog post, I shared a little of our story, captured in the journal I started handwriting there on the rock.
25 years later, Iโm reflecting again, recalling what I saw coming then, and hoping for what I still believe itโs possible for us to choose instead. Link in bio.
#911