14 years ago today, tragedy struck all of our lives. Whether you live in New York or Hoboken, IL
– you remember where you were when the first plane struck tower.
The radios, TV and internet were flooded with pictures and
videos of terror and destruction.
I wonder how
different it was when Pearl Harbo was attacked? TVs and
Radios were not as common in the 40s.
How long did it take for everyone to find out about the bombing? How long before they were able to connect
with their loved ones?
People across the country watched as the second plane
crashed into the towers. People in
California SAW what happened AS it happened.
The pictures were horrifying! It felt like the whole world was holding
its breath waiting for something, anything to tell us that it wasn’t true. Waiting for someone to tell us everything was
going to be okay.
But it wasn’t okay,
and it WAS real.
As the hours and days
went by, the nation continued to tremble as more and more bodies were dragged
from the rubble.
And today, as I told my kids goodbye I realized they have NO
IDEA of the magnitude of pain 9/11 represents. They don’t know what it’s like to feel the
entire nation mourn together over a horrific act.
But WE know, and WE remember.
Today, I will watch my children play and joke around. I will see them fight and whine as I continue
to mourn and process the history of today.
I will let them play; fight and whine today because I HOPE they never understand what I am feeling.
And I PRAY our children NEVER understand how a single act
can bring a nation to its knees.
