Six years have passed since 9-11 became a date everyone would always remember.

In those years I have become a property owner and then a landlord, met and married my one true love, moved to England and back again, and have been blessed with my Ellie.

In six short years there have been divorces, marriages, births and sadly deaths. It seems like forever and strangely it is as fresh as if it has just happened.

Last week I began my 14th year flying. Six years ago I wasn’t sure there would even be a 10th much less a 14th. Even though flying has changed, it really has been the only thing to stay the same.

I spent today painting trim in the kitchen that my hubby painted this weekend. What a different way than six years ago when I spent it with my fly girls watching in disbelief as the towers fell. I couldn’t help reflecting how lucky I am to be alive and to have such a wonderful family and friends. Ones that have gotten me through everything the last six years and hopefully through the next 66.

Thank you all of you and know I love and cherish you all.