September 11, 2001.
Six years ago.
Today we'll wake up to the first Tuesday since it happened. Ths sky's supposed to be blue here, the weather nice. Same as six years ago. But not the same at all.
Political commentary and blame aside, about who was responsible, or what we've done since then, or whether or not the troops should still be in Iraq, I think it's really important not to forget what happened that day, and how much we lost.
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A day that I will never forget. I was working in Philadelphia at the time. I remember the confusion, mostly. No one knew what was going on. I worked at a trading firm and a lot of the traders knew people that died, since they worked with them over the phone every day.
I will never forget the horror of that day. I was painting my daughter's room and had the TV on. I broke down and cried for all the loss of life. I remember going to a prayer service that night. I felt so hopeless. A mother of a soccer player from my daughter's team died in one of the towers. She was on a business trip. Her daughter was the one in Bush's commercial before the election.
You know, living so close, how personal this all was. We all knew people who died or knew of people who died. My cousin was on the ferry from NJ to NY that morning and has pictures of the entire event that she won't share, but keeps for some later date. My BILs boss died on a plane. A friend lost her sister.
People need to never forget.
Marianne,
It is always amazing to me how heartbroken I am on this day. I remember a commuter train lot in town that had empty cars sitting in it for days, because their owners never came home. I remember our local paper featured obituaries for over a month, always with the date "September 11, 2001" at the top. I remember going into my local TJ MAxx the week after and seeing a flyer someone had put up, asking if anyone knew anything about her sister, who was in one of the towers. I remember logging onto my alma mater's website a few days later and seeing a memorial for a classmate who was on Flight 93 which crashed in PA. I remember...too much, sometimes.
I remember and words can never express how I felt.
I'll never forget. I didn't lose anyone near and dear to my heart or any friends, but my brother was a pilot for American and I remember that feeling of "what if he was on one of those flights" until we heard from him later in the day.
I remember how quiet the skies were in the days following when no planes were allowed to fly and I remember seeing the first plane afterwards how it was so unnerving.
A former college classmate (I didn't know her) died in the Towers and my mother works with a woman who's daughter and son in law were both flight attendants on one of the United planes.
No, I'll never ever forget.
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