Tomorrow is the eleventh anniversary of one of the most fateful days in history: 9/11. Thousands of lives were immediately changed that day, quite understandably. Passengers on planes and their families, firefighters and police officers going into burning buildings, workers and visitors inside the Twin Towers and the Pentagon. It also marked the beginning of changes in families all across the country who had a loved one in the military or joining.
September 11, another day, another time. Another day living with PTSD and a TBI. Another day of hope and faith and gratitude that my son came home. Another date that will live in infamy.