Wednesday, September 14, 2011

September 11th

Lots to post about.  My upcoming posts will include the girls' first day of school (crazy), our recent trip to Lake Tahoe for a wedding (incredible) and whatever else comes to mind, which Lord knows what that might be.  But, I have to blog about that tragic and scary day.

Everyone knows exactly what they were doing 10 years ago.  I guess that's how something is made into a defining moment.  I was a senior in college living in an apartment with Lauren Cappaert.  It was a Tuesday morning and I think I only had 1 class that day and a soccer game later in the afternoon.  I got a call from my mom letting me know that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and that she and my dad were heading up to church to pray.  I kind of didn't believe her at first and I remember thinking that it was an accident or some fluke.  I immediately turned on the TV and watched the horror of the day unfold before my eyes.  I still remember the tone in Katie Couric's voice as the first tower fell and I remember thinking I must be watching a movie.  I remember the fear, anger, sadness, pride, and grief I felt that day and the days that followed.  I remember wanting to turn off the TV and radio and that just maybe that would make the day "unhappen" but I also remember not wanting to turn it off because I couldn't pull myself away.

One thing I often think about is the victims and the impact their deaths have had on their families, friends, and loved ones.  A mother, father, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, daughter, son, friend, cousin, etc.  So many lives taken and so many futures that will never happen.  There is still so much sadness about that day.  The sheer magnitude of the day and the lasting effects are hard to wrap my brain around sometimes.  So Sunday, as every anniversary since, was filled with lots of thought, reflection, tears, and prayer.

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