My mom and dad are going to the Ohio State Wisconsin football game tomorrow, attendance is expected to be 104,000. Unlike the world before Sept. 11, it didn't seem all that weird when Mom said that she realized that nobody in town had a key to her house. She's put that key in an envelope and written both Melinda (who found Buddy and Ben for her and takes care of them when they're out of town) and my phone numbers on it in case something happens, something meaning what? A bomb, a plane, confetti made of Anthrax? I don't know but it sickens me that it doesn't seem weird at all that Mom should take that precaution, that I should now have instructions for how to handle their estate and most importantly the dogs (fly out, sell the house, pay off everything I can, take what I want and drive mom's Passat back with the dogs in it.). I reminded her of how much I love her and that I would take care of everything.

Is this what the terrorists have done to us? Yes, yes it is.

In some ways it's good, eye-opening. Let each day serve as a reminder that we should not live in fear, that kindness is our longest lasting legacy and that each day matters. We may never let a day go by where we don't tell our loved ones that we do love them and remind them of how important they are. I can only hope I don't and that whatever the terrorist's plan B was, it doesn't happen.