Fourteen years. So much has happened. In each of our lives. In the world.
But in an instant I am taken back to that day. That morning. Aren’t you? The sunny, stunningly clear blue September sky. Getting ready for the day.
I have tried before, unsuccessfully, to write what I felt on that day. I cannot. It was a powerful mix of emotions. Anger. Sadness. Pride. Fear. Uncertainty. ANGER. Pain.
But here is what I can share….
I watched the planes hit and the towers burn. I called my family. I prayed. I went to work. I talked with colleagues in NY. TVs in the hallways were tuned to the news. We were glued to them. Three planes. Maybe more. The pentagon was hit. One tower collapsed. 2 towers collapsed. Heroes on Flight 93 gave their lives to stop even more carnage.
Flights all across the country were grounded – a business trip the next day and a flight to Seattle for my mom’s 70th birthday celebration were put on hold. And I was ok with that.
I went home from work. Put a flag up in the window. Mostly I remember the numbing, profound sense of national mourning – and pride – watching what unfolded for weeks.
We must hold this in our hearts and Always Remember.
There are so many memorial reminders today. A friend shared this with me today, and it touched me. So I share it with you here.
Hug your loved ones, ya’ll.