Posted by Candy | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 11-09-2008
Tags: Candy, Social and Political
I’m not all that patriotic. I’m probably not even what some would consider a good American. However, today is the 7th anniversary of the September 11th attacks on the United States. I remember where I was. I remember what I was doing. I remember worrying about my friends that worked/lived in New York. I remember the state of shock and sadness. But, I also remember watching in awe as people banded together. The world will never been the same, this is true, in so many ways.
You have google, you can read about the attacks, but here’s the wikipedia entry
Where were you on September 11, 2001? You don’t have to answer here, but I will be taking time to reflect and remember what was lost (and maybe even gained in an odd little way – humanity wise anyway) on that day.
As for me, my husband was away on business and I had smiling almost 11-month-old boy that was crawling around on the bed while I got dressed and talked to him about how friends were coming to visit, it was a pretty lazy day with no big plans going on except a visit from friends from Houston. He was so happy that day and it was pretty peaceful. I turned on the TV right at around 8am to check the weather just as the 2nd plane hit while they were live talking about the first building. For about an hour, I just sat there watching with my jaw on the ground while he crawled around wondering what I had brought him into. The insanity of that day lives forever, trying to figure out when Tom would be able to get back home, getting extra hugs from my son, and trying to make some sense of it all.
We were lucky, it took a few days, but Tom made it home (with me a nervous wreck knowing he was on an airplane). Our friends were okay, at least physically. And life got back to some semblance of normalcy. But, we always remember. Always.
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I hear you. I was at work, trying to get ahold of Daryl to get ahold of my friends on the east coast go get ahold of friends of ours in NYC. We got ahold of most, but lost one too.
As the whole world lost some as well. What a sad sad day.
ALways remember. Always
I guess every generation has a moment like this where they will always remember the tiniest of details about where they were when they heard the news.
I was living in Santa Barbara, CA and had just flown flown from Logan (Boston) to LAX the day before. I’d spent the week solo in Boston with Linux Journal, manning our booth at the Embedded Systems Conference. That Monday morning I was leaving my boyfriend’s house to drive back to my apartment when I got into my car and heard that weird sound of dead air on the radio (it was a live feed, but no one was talking at that exact moment). I changed the station and more of the same, but also people talking in these strange hushed tones and it was obvious that something was wrong. I heard bits and pieces about New York, Washington DC, planes, and people dead. It was difficult to piece together, so I turned on my cellphone and I had four voicemails, which was strange. The first one was my Mom crying, saying she couldn’t believe I was on a flight from Boston to LAX just the day before and that she loved me. The next few messages were similar calls from friends and family. I sped home, turned on the TV, and spent the whole day glued to it.
I’ll always remember standing out on my deck that night and everything seeming so quiet with no airplanes in the sky.
I remember being glued to the TV with you Candy…our little boys being our only distraction and light on an otherwise dark day.