It felt impossible…..from the moment we were woken up by a frantic call from a friend whose daughter worked at the World Trade Center.
Impossible….. to see the unthinkable happen, watching the towers disappear.
Impossible….to imagine the heroism and courage of NY firefighters.
Impossible…to let my kids out of my sight and send them to school.
Impossible….that Alli’s American history teacher lectured about Andrew Jackson that day, never discussing the events in New York.
Impossible….learning that Carolyn Beug, a friend, was on the first plane to hit the towers.
Impossible….to think of telling Alli, who had spent the night at Carolyn’s house the week before.
Impossible….that Carolyn could be gone, in the blink of an eye.
Impossible….. to post about anything else today.
It’s a good day to reflect on how precious life is and how each and every day is meaningful. I am sorry about the loss of your friend.
How could I not read that darryle? I signed onto facebook all smiles, being nosey as to what “everyone” was up to.
Today, at work moments of reality as to what today is, and always will be were quickly dismised. I didn’t want to think about “IT”.
Then, I saw what you wrote, about 9-11….and your friend. I thought” How dare I not want to feel this!”..So, Thank you. I feel a lot more human for facing and recognizing a really horrible day, sharing the pain and knowing that I need to try and make a difference.
You write , and you really touch me.
Ila
Thanks so much. It’s a tough day for the whole country and think we all want to honor it in our own ways. Ila, I truly appreciate what you said–and glad you were inspired to stop and think about how precious life is, etc. I think being touched even for a moment is valuable, just to be grateful—and then move on with our own lives. That’s also part of what allows us all to survive—as you also said, we’re all human.