I'm sure that's how it will always feel as the years go on. Before I know it, it will be twenty years and I'll be *gasp* 36.
I remember a lot about that day, actually, and I would say that as a person having lived during that moment (even though not in New York) it has had a significant impact on me.
On September 11, 2001 I was a junior in high school living in Phoenix.
I watch the news in the morning and that morning was no different as I brushed my teeth.
The morning news came on showing that the first plane had already crashed into the first Tower.
My mother, brother and I watched together for a bit before they wandered off to finish getting ready for the day.
Not more than a minute after they left the second plane struck the second Tower. I was shocked. I had just watched the whole thing happen live. The whole day blurred together after that, but here are some things engraved into my memory from the rest of that day:
- The empty ache I felt for the people who had died and were suffering.
- My neighbor who I walked to the bus stop with bawling her eyes out. That day was her 16th birthday.
- Listening to the radio on the bus and the gasps of horror as we heard the Pentagon was hit and then the towers collapsed.
- The silence throughout my entire high school- 3000 plus kids- as most of them were watching the news or crying.
- In my AP English class watching the news because, as my teacher said, "This is something you will remember for the rest of your lives."
- The news showing close up film of people jumping from the towers to their death. That is probably one of the most visually impacting things I can remember. I still have nightmares about people jumping to their death, legs and arms flailing.
- Seeing the planes fly into the Towers over and over again. Seeing the Towers collapse over and over again. Seeing the people fleeing in panic over and over again.
- Calling my Dad who was on a business trip to California and finding out he was stranded and was going to drive back home with a group of people. I remember telling him how scared I was.
- Watching so much news coverage until my head started to spin.
- Anger. Lots of anger at the people who did this.
- Frustration with not being able to do anything.
I am raising a family as proud Americans (with a strong Scottish Heritage, we can't forget that!) and I am supporting my husband as he becomes a part of the United States Military.
It is important that we never forget an event like this, like Pearl Harbor and so many other impacting moments of our history, so that we will prevent them from happening again.
There is too much heartache and destruction in this world.
This blog is not meant to be a tool for my faith (Catholic if you want to know), but this Sunday, I will go to church and pray for everyone affected by this memory. I will pray for the people in America and the Middle East whose lives have been affected. I will pray for the lives lost and those whose hearts have been scarred, blackened and hate-filled since that day.
Then, after a hearty brunch with my grandparents (BRUNCH=LOVE) I will enjoy my family, most importantly my son, because he is a part of the next generation who will move our country and our world forward into the future. What our children learn, experience and understand will have a profound impact on the lives we will continue to lead.