Late Night Breakdown Remembering 9/11

It's 1:21am on September 10th and I had no plans to write about 9/11, blog about it or even watch any television talking about 9/11. It still makes me sad (I'm a crier). But wouldn't you know it. I saw this photo on my friend's profile picture on Facebook and I thought I could at least do that....

I could at least change my profile picture to show that I too had not forgot. 

But the next thing I know I'm sobbing as I look through hundreds of photos on Google from that day not so long ago. A mad rush of feelings just hit me...everything I felt that day, the days following and now 10 years later. Wow.

And yes, I write this more for me then for you to read, forgive me. 

When I was younger, I remember my mom saying she knew where she was the day John F. Kennedy was shot. I use to think that was so strange that she could remember the details on a day marked by tragedy. But now I understand.

I still remember and will never forget what I was doing on September 11, 2001. I was getting ready to go to work that morning and had the morning news on in the living room. I think my husband and I were checking to see what the traffic was like that day. I remember like ti was yesterday seeing this image on the television and yelling for Kirk to hurry as I watched the second airplane crash into the second tower. 

It was so surreal. 

I remember what I did that day, how I felt and who I was with. Everyone I spoke to was equally in shock by it all thinking after we went about our day of work that we'd return home to learn that it really hadn't happened. 

But I returned to watching the television to see this unbelievable photo of people walking home across the Brooklyn Bridge. It looked like it was snowing, but it also looked like a war zone and they were the victims...I guess they were. 

We watched through tears for days as we heard about the people being rescued and the bravery of the fire fighters and law enforcement. It still a little unbelievable this happened. And even more so after I was able to visit Ground Zero a few years later. I walked through a little church across the street from Ground Zero and my heart broke as the memorial pieces throughout the church reminded everyone of the sacrifice the volunteers made to be there, for the loss of life and the destruction caused in our backyard. 

I will never forget.

Allred Design, mommy blogger, scrapbook, paper crafts


Trina said...

Even though I'm a kiwi living miles from the USA, the events that happened that tragic day still stay with me. In a way I was lucky. I didn't see the pictures everyone else saw for days. I was on honeymoon in a little island in Fiji. We didn't have TV. But we had made friends with some people who were from NY who had friends who worked in the towers. They were missing that morning, the whole resort was quiet. Obviously they had been told and were trying to use the phone to find out news. We talked about it with them that day. And when we got home we realised just how much of a tradgedy it was. I will never forget the impact it had on me. The images. The horror. It wasn't just an attack on America. It was an attack on freedom.

June Houck said...

Beautiful post, Lori.

Rhonda Van Ginkel said...

Amen. I will never forget that day either and much of what you wrote rings true of my memories as well.

I am not much of a crier, but on Friday morning our morning radio station did a half hour tribute. They compiled memories from a variety of their listeners and it was incredible. I sat in traffic on the way to work with every single emotion so alive again like time completely stood still.

As I looked around I could see the other listeners wiping their eyes as well.

Your post moved me and I'm so glad you shared it.

Teresa said...

Just wanted to say Thanks for such a great post and it is a good thing to remember because it rallied our country to stand proud as a nation and behind all those that helped out on that horrible day. The photo that moved me the most on Sat. was an old interview with a firefighter from New York. Sadly he was the only one left in his station left alive and you could see the sadness in his face and it moved me to tears that he couldn't speak to those interviewing him.... What could he say right.....it affected us all that way!
Thanks again for the post : )

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