I’ve always pushed the sadness of this day down. To not let, my then baby girls, know how much it seemed to hurt. We knelt together, all of us and prayed for the families and the fallen. 
I watched the empty skies of DIA, the lightless skies so empty, cold and lonely and called old friends. 
I wondered what would be next and wanted only to pull my family closer. Much like our great nation did, we

 were again one. To reflect, to remember I think is the greatest honor we can give. Our heartfelt emptiness of the day is a reminder of the loss and sacrifice paid by so many.
So to the fallen, the families and to our bruised but not beaten nation, I raise a simple glass in salute and pray for them, for us all and the future.