It was still dark out when my brother called me. My alarm hadn't even gone off yet. Nothing good ever comes from those calls.
He was in Texas. I was in Seattle. "Turn on your TV," he said. And we just sat there...for a good hour...just watching. Together.
I hate how the events of that day have redefined our personal and our nation's sense of security and freedom forever. I ache for the needless loss of life, for those that still suffer, and for those that will also mourn the other 364 days of every single year for those they've lost.
But there is something inexplicably magnificent for me about the fact that this day and that moment will always link my brother and me.