Every year, I say I’m not going to post about the events of September 11. All of the blog readers, whether residents of the U. S. or not, were in some way touched by the happenings of the day. We all remember. We’ll never forget. I don’t need to blog about it forever on September 11 but . . I feel like it’s a debt I owe somehow . . it seems disrespectful to not mention it. There’s nothing new I can say so I’m copying what I wrote last year. I feel exactly the same way I felt last year. Yes, Bin Laden is gone now but those lost on September 11 are still gone too. Those of us who live in the U. S. and felt totally safe from most terror attacks . . that feeling is gone forever. Our lives are changed forever in some way . . in different ways . . by the events of September 11, 2001. It doesn’t seem possible that it’s been 10 years. In 2021, will the feelings still be so fresh? When Chad is 50 years old, how vivid will the memories be for him? He was 13 when it happened. Will he tell his children what he remembers?
Here’s what I wrote last year:
September 11, 2001 – We all remember where we were and exactly what we were doing. We were living in Kentucky. 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.
My grandchildren 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 is only history. One generation experiences events, we feel it, it changes our lives. The next generations read about it in books and hear about it but they didn’t actually feel it when it happened. This one day has made me change completely how I look at historical events and history in general.
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 growing up 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 going to high school. I 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 the events and those we lost on September 11, 2001.