it’s Friday night. 9/9/11 at 11:18 PM. Stephen and I were watching “Made in America” on the History Channel. Stephen fell asleep and he has the remote. My heart is just aching. My chest is tight. My eyes are filled with tears. I have not seen most of these videos from 9/11.
A young girl asked her dad why they took the Twin Towers away. The men and women who put their lives in danger trying to help anyone and everyone – how do you thank them? How do you show your gratitude for all they’ve done? How do they live with what they’ve seen? What they had to go through? How did they get through that much steel? How could anyone survive?
I think about the Oklahoma City Bombing. I was in 6th grade. I remember watching the news watching the updates. I remember talking about it at church, at school. I count the children still growing in the womb of their mothers. 171. That’s the number I say. 171.
I was in college for 9/11.
I lived with my sister and her family. I woke up in a rush … I had a math test. My Brother-In-Law told me to come watch the TV…I saw but it didn’t register. I rushed to school. I took my test. I felt relief. Then I walked into the hallway. Students filled the hallways watching the TVs. Then I realized what was happening. That took over much of our lives for quite a while.
My thoughts are so scrambled and emotional.
I didn’t realize how many buildings fell.
I feel sad for those who were hurt just because they came from the same country as those who were responsible. Hearing the threats, hearing the stories of those who were attacked…hatred is an evil thing.
I can’t imagine what Sunday will be like. the 10th anniversary.
The Oklahoma City Memorial has this quote: “We come here to remember those who were killed, those who survived and those changed forever. May all who leave here know the impact of violence. May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope and serenity.®”
memilyrae | 
09 26th, 2011| 
