There are those moments in life that you never ever forget.
Those moments that change you.
That change how you view the world forever.
When Martin Luther King was killed, Brother Malcolm, Kennedy…
What you were doing the morning of September 11, 2001.
I was at home in bed in my tiny one bedroom apartment in Los Angeles.
It was a little before 6 am when my husband attempted to tell me that
a plane had hit The World Trade Center.
Still half asleep, and thinking it was a small 4 seater plane,
I mumbled something about how sad that was.
A few moments later he yelled that another plane
had hit the other building
and that I should get up now.
Still reeling from the death of Aaliyah,
I scrambled out of bed thinking that this cannot be happening.
In the hours that followed the world as I knew it fell apart.
News of the Pentagon and Flight 91 were emerging.
The phone began ringing.
Rumors were flying.
Then the towers came down.
It was complete mayhem.
I couldn’t stop crying.
I grew up in Newark, New Jersey.
I spent a lot of time In New York City.
This was personal to me.
It’s been 7 years since the attacks on America.
And the images still haunt me.
Over time I’ve collected many magazine and newspaper articles
that captured those horrific moments.
I think about the victims and their families often.
Christmas of 2001, I flew back to New York
I read the stories posted in the subway
of people looking for their loved ones.
One guy was looking for his best friend of 25 years
that had taught him how to tie his shoes.
Riveting!
Every year I visit the official 9/11 website
and I learn about different victims,
their stories, their families.
It’s my very small way of keeping them alive
Of remembering.
I don’t want to forget.
I.will.never.forget.
2 comments:
You are soooo right. We believed(or many people did) some of the propaganda about the USA before 9/11. After 9/11 we found out truths we weren't ready to deal with yet. There were alot of innocent victims as a direct result of US policies around the world. That's when we found out how dirty we really were/are.
I was supposed to be in NYC that weekend for the US Open but was working. My family was in NYC, and we couldn't find them. Sadly,my cousin lost her fiance in Tower 1-although he called her and his MOM to say goodbye & that he loved them.
I was never the same after 9/11. I satcurled up in a ball for weeks and just cried. It was the trauma of getting date-raped by your dreamguy-the one you thought really liked you b/c you were special. I couldn't look at the world the same way anymore-those rose colored shades had been smashed to bits by the events of that day...I was there for the first Anniversary and it broke my heart. I still can't believe that the towers and all that was there is just gone....it defies logic. And we'd better not forget-lest the world send us another reminder(God forbid)....
Losing those towers is what it must feel like to lose breasts. You can survive it, but you're never exactly the same again...and from then on everything is different...
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