I am sure we can all remember exactly where we were seven years ago. September 11, 2001. We were living in Madison, Alabama at the time. James had left for work and Austin and Molly were off to school. Reid was three years and Chase had just turned two years old two weeks prior. I was still laying low as I had my hip replacement the previous June 18...that was a tough time. Three months out of surgery and I was finally feeling like myself.
Reid was playing quietly, Chase sat with me in the new rocking chair James had bought for me following my surgery. I was on the phone with my friend Amy...the t.v. was on...the news interrupting our conversation. A plane had just flown into one of the twin towers. Terrorists had changed our world. We all are aware of the chaos that followed. I remember holding Chase in my lap much tighter that day as we sat glued to the television.
I remember the immediate fear and concern of the victims as well as for my own family. Schools, even in Alabama, began to close, but not our district. I wondered if I should pull my children out or if they were safer there? I remember wanting to call loved ones. I remember talking to the kids about what had happened. I remember crying as I heard and read the stories of the survivors and of those less fortunate. I remember all airplanes were grounded. I remember praying.
It was a day that changed us. May we always remember.
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Very touching post. I remember what I was doing that morning. I heard about it on the radio as I was driving my kids to school. I got home and turned on the TV just in time to see the second plane hit the WTC. It was very surreal to watch the attck as it was happening. It was a terrible day for our country. The aftermath was horrible. I still find myself getting emotional just thinking about it.
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