There are very few days and moments in my life that I remember as clearly as I remember Sept. 11, 2001. It’s easy to transport myself back to that dreadful day eight years ago when our country was attacked. At that time, I had just given birth to my second daughter and had my oldest was almost 15 months old.
As I rocked my little baby girl, who was only weeks old, and watched it all unfold on TV I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I think I sat frozen in my rocking chair for hours with my baby in my arms and my older daughter playing at my feet. I was so grateful my family was safe and that my children weren’t old enough to ask questions because I didn’t have any answers. I didn’t know how to put it into words myself. It was so shocking and awful. There just weren’t words to describe the horror of the things I saw that day.
Question: What were you doing on Sept. 11, 2001 when you heard the news?
Don’t remember where I had just been, but I remember walking in to my house and listening to my phone messages. My sister asked what I’m thinking about our trip to Europe (supposed to start the 12th) and how she thought it probably wasn’t going to happen. I had no clue what she was talking about until I turned on the TV. Both towers were still standing, and I watched in horror as they both fell. I sat with my two tiny girls and cried. My husband and I had planned to go shopping for a computer desk that day, so we did. But it felt so unimportant and downright stupid to care about a computer desk when something so life-changing was going on. Our hearts weren’t in the shopping. We spent the rest of the day with our family.