This day is a somber day for most Americans, as we remember the disaster of 9-11-01. Certainly, I remember where I was at the moment I found out about the Twin Towers. Each member of our immediate family was in a different place, and we were anxious to connect and say, "I love you."
September 11 was also the birthday of my favorite aunt, Rhea. Aunt Rhea passed away in October 2012. I still think of her every day and miss our phone chats and visits. Our oldest daughter is named for Aunt Rhea and two of our granddaughters have her name as their middle name.
September 11 is a reminder to make the most of every day. Live, laugh, take care of ourselves, give thanks, and play hard.
