There are three days a year I think about my dad most. His death date. His Birthday and 9-11. He was my fellow news ju

There are three days a year I think about my dad most.
His death date. His Birthday and 9-11.
He was my fellow news junkie. We were glued to the news and he repeatedly called me that day and days after as I covered the story from various angles for WJR.
He died 4 months later almost to the day on January 10.
Prayers to all those who died and their families on this horrific day 18 years ago.