It’s hard to let a day like this go by without giving pause and remembrance. 7 years ago today, I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower. My daughter was less than a year old, and was waking up 7 million times a night to nurse still, so I slept a bit late. The television in my bedroom was on and I glanced at it, seeing something about the border to Mexico was closed. I carefully crawled out of bed to avoid waking my sleeping daughter and went out to the living room and hopped online.
That was when I saw it. On my start page, a picture of the World Trade Center with black smoke and flames. I read on to see what was happening and was shocked. I turned the television on and watched in shock and horror to see that terrorists had crashed planes into the World Trade Center. Mr. Ivy came inside and we continued to watch the news coverage, shocked and sad.
My daughter doesn’t remember this at all, of course. My youngest son was born 2 years and a month after it happened. My oldest son remembers, though. He was seven, and remembers an announcement over the intercom for the teachers to turn on the TVs. He didn’t understand what was happening- he was just glad to get out of doing math. Now that he’s 14, he’s beginning to understand the world and how it works, but when he was 7, he was blissfully ignorant.
The rest of us, not so much. This event is one that still shocks and saddens me, even so many years later. I pray for the families and people whose lives were so affected- still are so affected from the events that occured on September 11, 2001.
Home Eccers, feel free to share your memories in the comments.