“18 years ago today, 3000 people would be spending their last night with their family.”
chills. heavy heart.
Always remember, Never forget.
It with sorrow that we, as a nation and as a world, begin our annual remembrance of, and reflection upon, the tragedy that occurred on 9/11/2001. Tomorrow will be 18 years since the terrorist attack took place.
Every September 11th we see special TV programs, heartbreaking social media posts, and ‘new’ personal testimonies/stories shared.
Although I was born almost a whole year before it happened, I’ve only ever known a world drastically and irrevocably adapted to the repercussions of this attack.
Security, Protocols and Precautions are everywhere.
“September 11th TV shows” are all I’ve known. I could not comprehend, at the age of 10 months old, what happened on 9/11/2001. I’ve learned about it in retrospect, through stories from my family members and a few select home videos. (In one video of my mom & I at a ‘mommy and me’ class, you can hear my mom in the background talking about “how the jet fuel was so bad that…”)
Perhaps some part of my brain, deep deep down, remembers what it was like to live through that day.
It’s easy for me to feel distant from 9/11 because I do not remember it happening.
It is important, though, to remember that every year I can get something new out of our nation’s annual mourning and reflection. I might see something from a new perspective, learn something I did not previously know, or be moved to live more compassionately, because the world needs Love.
This year, before 9/11/2019 actually came, I was pierced by the quote I included at the top of this post. It gives me chills. This is a new perspective that I had not seen for the past 18 September Eleventh’s of my life.
Every year is different.
And that is okay.
I also added pictures near the top of this post from my visit to the 9/11 Memorial in NYC, July 2017.
I hope my point came across.
I’m going to sleep.
Maybe for the last time.
You just never know which day will be your last.