I can remember exactly where I was 12 years ago on the morning of 9/11. I was in 5th grade, had just woken up, put on my plaid Catholic school jumper and had come down the stairs for breakfast. My mom told me to walk into the living room because she wanted me to watch what was on TV. I don’t remember much of what it looked like other than complete chaos. The news anchors were being flashed to every so often but for the most part, it was just footage of complete and utter destruction. People were running through the streets screaming and crying and I couldn’t process what was going on.
When we got to school our teacher asked us to silently journal for the first 15 minutes of class. She wanted us to write about what we had seen and heard on TV and radio that morning. I can’t remember what I had written down, but I do remember that for once in the entire year, the class actually stayed silent. Even as 5th graders, we knew this was something that wasn’t just a normal tragedy.
9/11 was 12 years ago. Twelve. But it’s funny how your brain can remember major events like they happened just a few weeks ago. Selective memory is what they call it. Today I’m going to sit for at least a few moments to remember the ones who lost their life on that day and for the people who still continue to grieve for their lost loved ones. Especially the young ones who lost their parents and have to deal with the aftermath every day for the rest of their lives. Today, we think of them and pray that they have found or can find peace.
Today I’m going to also sit down quietly with my thoughts for a bit and be thankful for all of my loved ones. Thankful that that they are happy and healthy. You never know when something like that could happen, you never see it coming. So when you get the chance, always tell someone you love them and how much they mean to you. Today would be a good day to do that, so go tell someone you love them.