Yesturday was a very somber day for all of us. Here in Michigan it was overcast and rainy and that just made things a little more... you know.

I hadn't expected to get emotional about the fifth aniversary, but I did. I am a some-what emotional person but try to keep my emotions at bay. I almost made it through that day without crying. I was up late watching The Late Late show with Craig Ferguson. It was one of his very serious shows in honor of that days events. In stead of telling jokes all through his monolouge he told stories of how 9/11 effected him personally, and it put a knot in my stomach. His second guest was a retired New York Fire Fighter who help in the recovery for almost a year. The fire fighter lost his brother in the Twin Towers.

I cryed during their conversations. I could not begin to  phathom what it would be like to have lost someone on that day. I remember my entire family was waiting to here from my Aunt Mary and Uncle Bob who live in Albany, New York (about forty minutes away). Bob works in the  city. It didn't take us long to here from them that my unlce had the day off and we were a little relieved but not too much because we knew that day was going down in the history books.

After the show was over I had to call Coral. I didn't know Coral five years ago but she is a big part of my life now and I had to tell her I love her. I woke her up and said it. Being that it was like one thrity in the morning I said I was sorry and good night. I know Coral has no idea that I had been crying seconds before I called her and it was the memory on 9/11 that made me call to Say I love her, But it's not important what was is that I said it. 

I went to bed still choked up. It's kind of funny that with all the news coverage of yesturday and the presidents address (which seemed to much like a campaigne speech) I didn't get emotional until a late night talk show's trubute.

Again a giant huge and thank you to  those men and women.

Thanks for Reading,

Mark M.

P.S. Ferguson should have got an Emmy instead of freakin' Barry Manilow.