It may be kinda sappy, but I was reading one of the numerous Sept. 11 anniversary-related stories that the AP is sending over the wires earlier tonight. In a story about the families of the victims of Flight 93, that crashed into the Pennsylvania countryside, and how they are dealing with the loss of their loved ones the following paragraph really touched me.
But families and friends have also honored their loved ones in smaller, more personal ways. A wife makes a dinner she has never made before and when her children turn up their noses, asking what it is, she explains: Their daddy loved Sloppy Joes.
I can't imagine what these families have to go through every day, but we need to remember that there's only one small difference between us: Sept. 11, 2001.