Today is alot. I don't know what to write or to say. I didn't think I would feel this way but I'm speechless. A whole new set of emotions is welling up in me today that I didn't feel last year. To sit here and listen to the names of those who were lost, be read one at a time, non-stop, is chilling. Over 3,000 stories have quit being told. 3,000 lives that are have been robbed of the joy of living. The joy of watching your son at a t-ball game. The joy of giving your daughter away at her wedding. The joy of waking up next to your husband or wife. 2 hours of names. They just kept coming and coming. 2 hours . . . I wonder what some of these people would do with 2 hours.