10 years ago I was feeding my baby in front of the television when the channel had a newsflash. A plane had flown into one of the twin towers. I remember thinking "how is this possible?" As I watched the tower burn, another plane crashed into the second tower. All I could think as I sat there was "what are the odds of that? Did something happen to the flight paths?" It took a second or two to register that this was not an accident.
10 years ago my way of thinking was changed
10 years ago I mourned for so many people
10 years ago I sat numb, not being able to understand how this could happen in my world.
10 years ago I cried, as I still do today.
This event is impossible to forget. Lives changed forever even across the other side of the world. I remember that my good friend took me out to lunch the day after 9/11 for my birthday. We just sat unable to talk, we ate in silence as we both knew that if we spoke we would once again burst out crying.
Daniel was 4 when this act of terror happened, he was at kindy and it didn't matter how I tried to shelter him from 9/11, it was everywhere, on every channel, people talking, they even discussed it at kindy. I never wanted that to happen, he was upset enough just hearing it from others. He could sense how upset people were and he had nightmares thinking that the bad man was going to crash a plane into our home.
While I felt so incredibly sad and venerable, I made my first doll size quilt to be sent as an anonymous gesture to a family affected by 9/11.
Life goes on, the human spirit truely is amazing.