Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remembering.

I can remember exactly where I was 10 years ago.  My mom called me frantic that morning and urged me to turn on the news (I had just woken up and was getting ready to go to class at ASU).  I told her that I really didn't have time for news, that I had to get going...I said this as I turned on the television and saw what she was seeing.  I felt numb, I thought it was a joke, it couldn't be real.  I quietly told her that I loved her and then hung up the phone, glued to the TV.  How was I supposed to go to my classes today with what I was witnessing on the TV?  I went to class and the teachers couldn't teach, for those that showed up, we sat together and watched the news.  I didn't know anymore who worked in the Towers, nor did I know anyone in New York City, but my heart broke for everyone who was there.  And for those who weren't there, but lost someone they loved.

This past week in my classroom, we spent remembering those on September 11th.  With each year, my students get younger and younger (and don't really remember where they were, this year they were between the ages of 3 & 4) and it really got me thinking about the children of 9/11/01, those that were left without a parent after that tragic day.

I ran across an issue of People and I thought about them even more when they interviewed parents and the children born to heroes that year, after it happened.  The kids never were able to meet their fathers, but in the article it talks about how they know them and how they are doing today, at 9 and 10 years old.  When I was finished reading, I had a big knot in my throat.

Then, this morning, as I was on my way home from my normal Sunday grocery shopping trip, this song came on and I cried my eyes out.



My heart breaks for anyone that lost a loved one that day.
For the heroes, thank you.

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3 comments:

Amy said...

I also saw that people magazine article, read it and cried. Those porridge kids. So touching. All I could think about where the mothers in either pregnant or postpartum state having to deal with such a loss, and taking care of the kids all on their own, they are heroes!

Xoxo

Candis said...

I, too, was actually at school (MCC) when it all went down. It was such a sad day, and even though all the students could have gone home since the teachers didn't proceed with class- we still stayed together just watching the t.v. in disbelief. It was almost like we felt more comforted there than going home, especially since most of us didn't have family in state.

Good post, though- always important to express our gratitude for the heroes of that infamous day.

Hillary B said...

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