September 11th, 2008

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

Remembering

Seven years ago today I woke up to find the world changed.  My mom called me at about 8:55, right after the 1st jet crashed into the WTC.  I ignored the phone, but the damage was done…I was awake.  I got up, stumbled to the kitchen and turned on the TV.  What I saw there will be forever burned into my memory.  Soon after, the 2nd jet crashed into the WTC, followed by one crashing into the Pentagon.  At about 10:00, the first tower collapsed.  By this point I was in a panic.  I didn’t want to be home alone, but I couldn’t pull myself from the TV to go anywhere.  I couldn’t reach my husband because he was in a training class somewhere.  As far as I knew, he had no idea this was going on.  We were still newlyweds and I just *needed* him there with me.

The rest of the day is really a blur.  I spent most of the day crying and praying and begging for it to stop.  The terror I felt was immense.  It was a nightmare.  I remember thinking that if my daddy were still alive (he’d passed away that spring) this wouldn’t be happening.  Irrational thought.

I still cannot watch footage of that day.  I do not know how I will ever explain to my children what happened without becoming an emotional wreck.  At church last Sunday, they showed a video containing images of September 11 and I broke down sobbing.  Seven years later it still affects me that deeply.  When I see that airplane inexplicably turning to fly straight into the tower, then the burning, the people jumping, the collapse…I am taken back to that day and I am terrified all over again.

My oldest son was born exactly 13 months after that day.  He was the first thing that really made sense in my post 9/11 world, yet I worried about how I could bring a child into such a scary place.  I am grateful that there haven’t been any more major attacks during his lifetime.  I dread the day he comes home and asks what 9/11 was.  I hope it’s not today because I am not sure I could handle it.

Today I will remember the victims of September 11, 2001.  Pray for them.  Ask God to keep us all safe.  And hope that my children never, ever experience the fear I felt that day.

  • I am a mom to 3 living in Sanford, NC. I am a wife. I am a student. I am a Christ follower. I am a friend. This is the craziness of my life.
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