Remembering Sept. 11th

When we go to history class throughout school, we learn about certain days that meant something big. But they were always so long ago, before my time. You never know when one of those days will happen in your lifetime. We learned about when Kennedy was shot, D-Day, Independence Day... My kids are going to learn about September 11th, 2001.

I remember walking into my junior year physics class, whatever class I had just left, didn't have the tv on, so we didn't even know yet. I walked in and there was maybe 7 students already in class, and everyone was sitting quietly in their seats watching tv. The teacher was sitting behind his desk, watching tv. I sat down, and started watching having no idea what was going on. I saw the towers, lots of smoke everywhere, and the news was covering it all. I remember sitting there watching as the 2nd plane was headed straight for the other tower. Just watching. Helplessly. As the rest of the country did as well. I can't even imagine what the poor people inside were thinking seeing this plane coming right for them. It's horrible, it's awful, it's absolutely heartbreaking. At this point, no one really knew what was going on or who was really behind all of this. I remember panicking, KNOWING we were going to war with SOMEONE. We didn't even know who yet. I remember knowing in my gut, this was major. This was going to be an all-out war, and so many service people were going to go. And I remember thinking what if we don't have enough people? What if they call my brother back? What does this mean for our country?? So much uncertainty. I remember thinking about how my mom must be flipping out at home, wondering the same things as me. I also remember thanking God that I didn't know anyone in New York, and feeling absolutely devastated for those who did, and lost loved ones on that day.

I still cry just recalling all of it. Especially now, having my own family, being older, more understanding...it breaks my heart. I've been fighting tears all day. I am so thankful for the men & women who have and do continue to fight for our country, for our freedoms, for our right to live. I sit here, in my comfy home, upset I spent so much at the grocery, but so thankful I have the money to pay for it, and that those items are available to us. I considered talking to my 4 year old about this day & what it means, but I couldn't. I couldn't get through it without crying. Instead, I just hugged him and told him I loved him so so much. He said he loved me too and hugged me back. And I closed my eyes, and just took in the moment. I wouldn't have those moments if it weren't for our servicemen & women. God Bless those who serve, and those who have lost their lives, so we could live ours.