Today is the 11th anniversary of 9/11.
Where were you that day? What were you doing? What were your thoughts?
That particular day, I was in the beginning stages of being separated from my ex husband. I was staying at my Moms with my daughter. She was only 1 at the time. I was supposed to start a new job that day. I woke up hearing my Mom saying,"Oh My GOD!"
I ran out of the bedroom and watched in horror as the news played the first plane crash over and over, on repeat. As if the first initial view wasnt enough. Over and over it was going through my head. I sat slowly down on the couch, not ever taking my eyes off the screen.
I put my hand to my mouth in disbelief! I could not believe it! Then out of no where - the next plane crashed. I jumped up from my seat! NOOOO! Oh no!
I started crying in horror, watching people run like ants through New York. My aunt lived there. Very close to the action. I watched my Mom as she tried to call her over and over, only to get busy signals.
And then...
They fell.
The towers crumbled. People screamed. People cried. I just could not believe what I was watching. I watched my Mom thinking out loud wondering if she should go and pick up my brothers from school. Wonder if we were about to prepare for a war.
I heard Skylar waking up in the room, and I ran to her. I hugged her so tightly, she could barely breathe. I cried as I held her close. All those lives GONE, in minutes! I cant imagine the panic and fear going through all the minds of the people who were in the towers. All the families watching knowing their mother, father, brother, sister etc were trapped inside.
Even now it brings tears to my eyes.
I will never never never forget that day. Ever.
I learned to hug my kids a little tighter, to always say I love you, and to appreciate this fragile life a little more...
God bless all who were effected by this tragedy and God bless all those men and women who came to the aid of others in midst of chaos.
