My 9-11 blog
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I know there will be many 9-11 blogs today. There should be. Writing is a great way to process grief and hurt feelings. Much healthier than a cookie. I wanted to post my blog about my memories of 9-11 and the sacrifices my family made for our wonderful country.
Ten years ago, I was a 26 year old mother of a 5 year old. I was getting ready for my day, packing lunches, fixing my hair, all while having the news running. I remember when the news reported that something had happened to the WTC tower. I brought my make up bag to the sofa and continued to get ready while the newscasters tried to figure out what happened to the tower. Reports were coming in that witnesses insisted it was a PLANE that crashed into the building. While the news crews pondered how a plane could get into the city and crash into a building, a second plane crashed into the building. They replayed it over and over in slow motion. It almost looked like something Steven Spielberg would do. I remember getting to work, and the tv was on there as well. By then, they were grounding all planes and trying to account for all the planes in flight. Footage was being shown where you could see people hanging out of buildings, even some people jumping. Once the news stations realized that people were JUMPING out of buildings to escape the fire, they stopped showing the footage. I work in healthcare, and my fellow nurses, medical staff KNEW how catastrophic this was. We felt so helpless.
About this same time, my husband, whom I was not yet dating, became infuriated at the events surrounding the WTC attacks. A former Marine, he enlisted with the National Guard so he could be of some help to our country if need be. It turns out that he was indeed needed.
In 2004, when our son was a year old, he was deployed to Iraq. He was in the infantry, so he was on the front lines. He went through a lot in that year, as did my children and I.
I think 9-11 taught my family to appreciate the small things. Safety, home, life. It really is precious.