I’ve had an eerie experience this morning. Monte went to the marina last night for some repairs to the jib, and spent the night on the boat. So I’m up drinking coffee and watching the morning news by myself. The very same kind of morning I was having 11 years ago today — when I watched a plane fly into the World Trade Center.
At about a quarter to 8AM, central time, it all started. I recall the evolving emotions I felt …disbelief, anger, uncertainty and confusion throughout the rest of the day as events unfolded. I went to work that day, but everyone was glued to their web browser or TV monitors. And then came the prolonged feeling of what can only be described as grief, as I watched the aftermath of the attack play out on television over the following days and weeks. I did not experience personal loss of family or friends in the attack, but I believe all Americans were mourning the loss, together, of an attack directed at all of us.
Since then, life has moved on for me, bringing both joy and loss. But in reflecting on that day 11 years ago, it’s startling to realize how quickly the time has flown by. And, it’s embarrassing to note that I let too many of my days be filled with meaningless concerns and busy work.
So, on this day I pause to remember those that lost their lives, those that sacrificed their lives for others, the family and friends that experienced inconsolable loss, the feeling of national unity that today seems unattainable, and the responsibility we all must bear to live each day of our lives to the fullest.