Instead of the State of the Union, mom and I watched United 93 tonight.
Yes, I cried. Especially as the passengers called their loved ones. So many had to leave messages.
To imagine the sheer terror of knowing you are on a suicide flight. That there was no safe landing in your future. To know you were about to die.
Fact is, I can't imagine.
I knew I would cry. I knew it would be hard to watch. But I'm glad I did.
It's easy to forget. To block out. To lose pieces of that day. The horror.
Watching this movie reminded me that I don't want to forget. That we, as a nation, we can't forget. We owe that to the 2,973 who died that day.