September 11, 2001 – We all remember where we were and exactly what we were doing. I had just gone downstairs to start quilting, flipped on the TV to watch Simply Quilts. It was a show I’d seen already so I flipped over to one of the news channels just moments after the first plane had hit but before the second plane had hit. I called Vince to tell him and he immediately said it was terrorists. I accused him of always being so negative as I was sure it was some kind of radar problem or pilot error. The second plane hit and I called Vince back . . he had been so right.
The events of September 11, 2001 changed our whole world. What amazes me is that for all of us, we will never ever forget the specifics, every ugly detail of it all. Our grandkids will hear about September 11, 2001; they will read about it in history books; we will tell them of our personal memories of the day but for them . . it will be history they are learning. Just like Pearl Harbor, previous wars, depressions, etc. were for our grandparents and great grandparents – they lived through it but for us, it was history. We read about it in books, heard about it and our grandparents talked about it.
It has so much more meaning when we actually experienced it than do the events that we only heard about or read about. September 11, 2001 will not be a point in the lives of future generations . . it will be history for them. Know what I’m trying to say? After 9/11, I look differently on the events of which I heard my grandparents speak. I wish I’d listened more closely and had a better memory — of how they reacted when they heard the news of Pearl Harbor, of how they felt, of how it changed their lives that very instant.
I had eaten lunch once at Windows on the World Restaurant on top of the North Tower of the WTC and wish I’d paid more attention to the surroundings, wish I’d taken pictures, wish I’d burned into my memory something about the building but . . I didn’t.
I knew no one lost in the events of the day but I think of those who left behind new babies . . they’re now 7 years old and never had personal knowledge of their missing parent; although I hope the surviving parent has kept that parent alive in their memory. I think of those who left behind 1st graders . . those kids are now in middle school. Parents who left behind college freshmen . . they’re probably now successful adults, maybe with families of their own. I just wish it hadn’t happened . . wish we could go back and re-do the day and somehow stop it all from happening but . . life doesn’t work that way, does it? We can only go forward and . . on we go!
To everyone personally affected, I’m so sorry for your loss and I hope America never ever forgets!