Site of the crash of Flight 93.
Six years later, we still find it incomprehensible.
Six years later, I look at my son and wonder when he'll ask:
Where were you, Mommy,
when they flew those planes into those buildings?
What was it like that day?
Were you with Daddy? Were you scared?
Those will be difficult to field, depending on his age, but I'll manage to answer.
I'll say something motherly and comforting
because that's my job
and I'm going to protect him for all I can,
for as long as I can.
It's that other question that will get me:
Why did they do that, Mommy?