It was pretty amazing and heart-breaking, to see the nearly 3,000 American Flags as carefully placed as white crosses in a military cemetary - lined up for blocks and blocks - families walking between them, stopping to read the names on each flag - one for every person who was killed.
Rain clouds threatened overhead and the wind made the Flags fly almost straight...thinking about that September day, those lives lost, all of those Flags flying...flying proud. Still.
This was Sandy, Utah's way of remembering - The Healing Field of Flags - it was impressive and humbling.
I'm grateful to live in this country, grateful to be an American. I may forget a lot of things, but I'll never forget that September day. God Bless America.