The kids and I went with some good friends to see the flag memorial in Forest Park last night. Right on Art Hill in front of the Art Museum.
Evan was pretty much in awe. Over 3000 flags each with the name of one person who lost their life on 9/11. I guess if they count all the lives lost as a result of this tragedy, the number is much higher. But this was a reminder of that particular day.
I found myself crying as I looked at many of the poles, reading the names and info of a person that I have never met. And it made an impression on me. I think it did to Evan as well. Erin not so much. She is only four. But she was definitely more observant and in tune to it than I thought. As we were leaving she expressed the thought that it was a graveyard. Which I reassured her it wasn't. Just a way to remember and honor those who were gone.
The art museum also had a large flag on the front.
I thought it was an amazing, and touching tribute. I'm not sure how long it will be there, but I'm glad we went.