I was getting my twins ready for school and listening to Katie Couric and Matt Lauer do their usual morning banter, then came the breaking news that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. There was no hysteria, no sense of urgency, other than that normally granted to a breaking news story…then came, “Oh, my God, there’s another one…” For almost two hours I sat glued to the television, my children’s school day long forgotten.
I called my husband and told him what had happened, we both knew this was big, different from anything this country had ever experienced before. When it was announced that these were terrorist attacks, I gathered up my three youngest children and drove to my middle daughter’s school to pick her up. I wanted my family close to me.
The rest of the day was spent in a haze… seeing people jump to their deaths from the towers, watching the buildings sway and then collapse, finding out the Pentagon had been attacked and knowing that there were still unaccounted for flights in the air, seeing the scorched earth in Pennsylvania… All day and night, I sat transfixed.
Nine years later, those emotions that I felt then are just as raw as they were that day. Watching the videos of the towers falling, the hole in the Pentagon, the crash site in Pennsylvania… It makes my heart ache.
Today I heard a news anchor say the emotional connection to the story has lessened because we are nine years removed from the event. I was stunned by her allegation. Yes, people have continued living and loving, that’s what we do. The tears don’t fall every day but the hurt is still there. The knowledge that we are no longer impenetrable now exists.
We had to go on living, we had to rebuild our lives and find that sense of purpose/hope/faith/security that we had pre~9/11. In this way, we honor those who died and those who continue to live with the scars of that fateful day.
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