Today is the 10 year anniversary of September 11th & im feeling so emotional, like im sure everyone else in the US is.
On the morning of 9/11, i was sleeping. it was one of the first few weeks of my freshman year at high school. I remember being woken up from my mom talking. I immediately knew something was wrong, because my dad left for work early everyday so she wouldn't have been talking to him. As i started waking up a little bit I could hear her talking on the phone. She kept saying "oh my gosh" and her tone just sounded bad. I immediately thought that something had happened to a family member. I remember my heart starting to beat really fast and my stomach start to turn. I didn't want to hear or wake all the way up because i knew that SOMETHING was wrong. It didn't take too long to hear exactly what had happened...my mom said something about a plane hitting a building. believe it or not, i had never even heard of the twin towers before 9/11. I had no idea of the severity of it & i tried to go back to sleep but i couldn't. i just stayed in bed listening to my mom talk on the phone in the other room. Getting ready for school was always hectic with 3 girls in the house, so i still hadn't seen footage or heard the whole story. I got to school and everything seemed normal. It wasn't until 2nd period when i met my best friend hilarie at our usual meeting location that she said "oh my god, my aunt lives in new york". So she told me what happened. I still, naively enough, didn't understand the severity of it until 3rd period home ec class. my teacher had stopped all lessons for the day and turned on the tv to watch the footage. my memory completely blocks everything that happened after that until later that night. I turned on the TV and finally began to realize what had happened not to the twin towers but to the PEOPLE. I was alone in my bedroom & was glued to the tv. I saw something on the news about everyone lighting a candle on their porch in memory of all the victims. Not thinking that anybody would do it, i looked out my bedroom window & saw candles on the porches of all the houses nearby. I sat in my room alone and cried. I didn't want to see anybody or talk to anybody, or do anything. It was the absolute most tragic think that had ever happened in my life.
On the 10 year anniversary, im feeling beyond grateful for everyone in my life. Now that I'm married, I can't even begin to imagine the pain so many wives felt that day. Ive been so emotional about it all day. How did they survive that? And kids that lost their moms. And dads. and sisters and brothers. my heart absolutely aches for everyone. All I can do is pray for them,and hope that they have some sort of peace in their hearts.
Gunna go snuggle my husband and my dog now, & love every second of it.