September 11th Part 2

On September 11th 2001 Sandy and I were volunteering in Quito, Ecuador.  We had all of the same emotions as all Americans had, but they were so much less intense because we were so far away and we could talk to others and forget about it.  This was good because the experience was much less intense than being in America.  It was bad because we missed a seminal moment in American history.  In some ways, we just did not understand our own country.

My mother is laying in ICU with diminishing prospects of a recovery.  My family has gathered there and it is an intense time.  I am not really part of things except for the daily update. I am missing another seminal moment in family history... I have no idea what this means.