What I miss about 9/11

I woke up at three am this morning due to an early shift. I realized it was September the 11th at 3:29 am. Alan Jackson's "Where were You When the World Stopped turning" probably had a lot to do with my realization. I know it's been eight years,but that feeling of despair is still there. I grieve for the people gone-no one I know personally, but the images of the priest keep coming back to me. I miss thinking that our Country was invincible. During the recovery period, I loved seeing American flags on almost every car. I miss going to the airport and not worrying about anything.