We are not lost
We are in the middle
We are sailing on an unknown sea
I close my eyes and I can see
The world that’s waiting up for me
That I call my own
Through the dark, through the door
Through where no one’s been before
But it feels like home
October 5, 2020
We placed stones on the headstone of my grandmother, Bessie and my grandfather, Benjamin. It is a Jewish tradition to signify that we had visited. I couldn’t remember having been there before. I was fascinated with the beautiful old cemetery, in which each synagogue, or community had their own section.
If we learn nothing else from this tragedy,we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.
~Sandy Dahl, wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl~
On the Tuesday of 9/11, my assistant told me to put the TV on right away. It was 9 a.m. We watched a replay as the first plane tore through the World Trade Center.