Let me tell you a little story.
I had toast for breakfast 09/11/01. I sat down on Stacey's grandma's old couch to watch a very fuzzy Good Morning America. At the time they were talking about a terrible accident. A plane had crashed into the world trade center. They were discussing how unlikely an accident it was had to be a one in a million type thing, must be an inexperienced pilot. Then the second plane hit. It's strange to watch news reporters sit in stunned silence. They clearly didn't know what to think. I don't know that they used the word terrorist, but they conveyed the fact that these were not accidents. Still slightly confused about what could be happening I left for class.
I could recount the rest of my day in meticulous detail but I won't bore you. It basically involved my panic over Steve's perceived peril and a lot of Fox News watching.
I don't think that you get a lot of "Where were you when?" moments in life, but 9/11 is certainly one of them. I couldn't believe what I saw on the news, couldn't wrap my mind around the enormity of the occasion, couldn't begin to express my grief for the fallen.
2752 people died in the world trade center
40 people on Flight 93
184 people at the pentagon
I hear people say they'll never forget and I always agree but then I start to wonder. Doesn't time heal all wounds? When those images and feelings aren't still fresh, will I remember. I want to, I want to pass the memory on to Levi. I feel like it's the least we can do for those that died to always remember them. Not just what events happened, but the emotion the feeling of watching history, the horrible thought that the world had changed forever. But I think that we have to attend to the memory, not let it fade with time. Teach it, visit it with our children, tell them to pass it on, express the importance of it's up keep.
Don't know what I'm talking about.
When was the last time you thought about the 2,390 people who died at Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7th. That too was suppose to be "a day to live in infamy". But I have to admit I generally just say of yeah, it's the day of Pearl Harbor. If I'm really good I may watch something on the history channel about it. But I don't really thing about those people about the impact of that day. Hopefully I'll take my own advice and start.
Thanks for reading.
1 comment:
Couldn't agree more, we do need to always remember and pass it on to the younger upcoming generations. Well said. Like you, I can remember exactly where I was (sitting at my computer at work-same place I work now) when I heard the news, and I can still remember how the entire day played out. We spent pretty much the entire day glued to any news station we could find online. Like you, I hope the memory always is a clear as it currently is, so that we can pass it along and due the people who died justice the only way that we individually can.
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