My Dad was a B17 pilot in World War II. I have always been amazed by flight. This story, sent to me by a good friend today, is remarkable:

Beverly Eckert

This is Beverly Eckert, who lost her husband on September 11, 2001.  Click the link below to listen to her thoughts, collected as a part of the Story Corp project.

It has been 10 years, today.  I will never forget where I was that day, and what I was feeling and thinking.  It was horrific.

Today, I will remember those many lives lost on that fateful day, and remember those left behind who still grieve the loss of those they loved so much.

Beverly Eckert reflects....

And Whither Then

This week, a very good friend's son headed off to his first year of college.  He has been raised in a wonderful family of faith, and is one of the most humorous, enjoyable, and clever kids I know. 

He left this missive on his Facebook page several days ago.  I can't get it out of my head.  It is exactly right.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring