I was reading my sister-in-law’s blog about what she was doing on 9/11, and it reminded me of my experience that day.  I had just met Jon two days before, and yet I remember him entering my thoughts much that day, wondering how he was taking the news, thinking it’d be so nice if he’d call me, and thinking I’d feel better if we could be together.  I also remember wondering why I was feeling all these things so strongly towards him – since I barely knew him, and I thought he had a girlfriend, and since I was actually dating some other really nice guys at the time and hadn’t thought of them at all.  “Love at first sight”?  Or maybe just “When you know, you know” – you know?  But either way, being with Jon has always been a great sense of safety and comfort to me.  I’m happy to know that for every 9/11 from here on out, I’ll always have my Jon with me.

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