Sure, I remember it. Bleary eyed after a long swing shift with Conner on the couch drinking his sippy cup. Just couldn’t believe what was happening. Couldn’t figure out if it was just some weird news show.
Thought for a moment of who we knew who might be there, and said a prayer for all those that were there.
Thought about my parents who were supposed to come in a couple of days.
Thought about how life was going to change.
Wondered if it was the second coming…
But, I think everyone has “911 moments” in your life.
Days where it’s “before” and “after”.
We definitely had one of those days this past weekend, but I’ve had others.
And I’m not always sure I want to remember them. I know I didn’t want to see those towers fall another time, or hear another story. I just didn’t want to. I didn’t want to remember. I had to carry on with my life. Especially with kids you have to act like every thing’s going on as usual.
So, what do I want to remember? At least about 911. I want to remember that there are people who are courageous and brave, and are willing to save others before themselves. I need to remember that evil entirely exists. I need to keep my eyes open and be willing to fight for what is good. I want to remember that family is what is most important, and remember to hug everyone a little closer.
I think from each of your 911 moments you take away something different. It changes you, and yet so many things are still the same…