Saturday, September 11, 2010

September 11, 2001 Remembered

5030790_blog I remember the morning of 9/11/01. I was sleeping. My kids had been back in school for about a week. My husband came into the bedroom to wake me up because he was watching the Today show and something crazy was happening.

In my morning fog I had no idea what he was talking about. I headed out to the living room to see what he was babbling about. Being Central time my kids hadn’t left for school yet. The girls were pretty concerned about what was happening. They didn’t understand it and neither did we.

My husband had woken me up just after the 2nd plane had hit.

I have to admit, it was all so overwhelming, I don’t remember the towers coming down. I just remember the horror of it all. Seeing all the people crying out for help above the impact. We had no idea what was to come.

I can’t even remember if the kids went to school that day.

I remember the plane crashing into the Pentagon because my mom works right by it and it was freaking me out. I had to get hold of my mom!

When I finally got hold of her she told me my grandma had been at the towers the day before having lunch. The DAY before.

What sticks out in my mind the day after this tragedy is the lack of planes in the air. I kept looking up, still in shock at the lack of anything flying in the sky. It was eerily quiet. It was a strange sensation that sticks with me even today.

I also remember the Canadians that took care of so many airline passengers who were stuck with no where to go and no way to get home. In the midst of so much evil, there were those doing good.

Today, remember what hate can do. It can literally kill. Observe a moment of silence for those innocent people who lost their lives. Keep the families who lost loved ones on September 11th in your thoughts and prayers!

9 comments:

Veronica Lee said...

I will never forget. I shared my thoughts of that tragic day as a non American in my post today.

God Bless America!

Melanie said...

Excellent post. Thank you.

Sparkling said...

It was one of the most surreal moments and completely clueless moment of my life. I had taught 2 classes and had about a 10 minute break. As I strolled through the office, a secretary was practically hanging out the window.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to get radio reception. 2 planes just hit the World Trade Center in New York and my daughter is in New York."

"Oh."

She's looking at me with a strange look, like DUH THIS IS NOT NORMAL, and I'm looking at her with a look like I DON"T THINK YOUR DAUGHTER WAS ON THOSE PLANES. So, when I realized I was supposed to react somehow, I said

"Oh. Do they think they are related or something?"

I was picturing some crazy coincidence, bad air traffic control directions or something, never thinking terrorism in a million years.

"Uh, YEAH, an another one just went down in PA and one just hit the Pentagon."

I can't remember now if she said at that time they knew it was terrorists or if she made that assumption herself.

But then I had to go back to class! And pretend I knew nothing. They didn't want to tell kids yet. But they knew they had to tell them before the end of the day. So I taught 4 more classes. And saw people in the hall and we exchanged bizarre looks. And the principal ran around at the end of the day with the "script" of what we were supposed to say to the kids. So I read it. I had 6th grade. I vividly remember them looking at me like I was speaking another language (which i do, but was not at that moment). And Michaela asked "But why would they do that?"

And then the bell rang and we sent them home.

And I too remember the absence of planes. The small airport here had every plane on the ground, a sight I'd never seen. And I remember the first time I saw a plane fly overhead and was worried that it might not be time yet for people to be flying.

Do you remember the silence of the radio? I vividly remember that.

I also remember that I was never scared. Which is so weird. I never thought they'd come for me. I never thought I was in danger. I was 400 miles away. It was too sunny and nice.

LadyD said...

Thanks for remembering and praying for our freedom. I played the keys for one of the memorial services. If interested, here's a short blurb:

http://ladydpiano.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-york-state-of-mind-billy-joel.html

Shooting Stars Mag said...

wonderful post. thanks for sharing. I was in a sixth grade history class at the time.

my post-

http://shootingstarsmag.blogspot.com/2010/09/911-remembrance-leave-your-link.html

alicia said...

Thanks for your post. I was nursing my then new baby. Amazing how it is as if time stopped then. But they are not forgotten.

Mimi said...

Hate kills, how right you are.

Hugs & love,
Mimi

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~ Noelle said...

beautiful post...
thanks...
may we all never forget

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