Twelve years ago, my husband drove from Boston to San Francisco, escaping the tragedy that had just shaken the American sense of safety and started the war on terror. A last minute dinner invitation had made him change his 9/11 early morning flight for the following day.
He took, for the first time, the long road across the United States.
This unexpected trip opened the way to many more. In fact it established a family tradition. Since 9/11 my whole family has done a yearly road trip across the US, discovering our vast country, state after state, at the pace of a car.
Today my thoughts are with every person who hasn’t been as lucky as my family and has lost a family member, a friend, a colleague, or a neighbor on that dark day.