Tuesday, September 11, 2007


I'll never forget where I was sitting when I heard the news. Rushing to the conference room at work, I could not believe my eyes. The only thing I wanted to do was pick up my baby and go home.

I still get teary when I think about the people that went to help - going up, instead of down.

What are we supposed to say about today?

How do I explain it to my kids?


Mayberrys said...

I know how you feel. It hits close to home - my husband was there for a three-week training class right before it happened. He flew home on Sept 9th. If he had listened to me, he would have been in the class that started Sept 10th.
It stays fresh in my mind every time I hear a story of someone who lost their loved ones.
So close, and it could have been me.

Karen said...

There are just some things you can't explain to kids. This is something they'll learn to understand as they get older and comprehend the destructive capabilities of extremism.

I think 9/11 is a day that everybody remembers where they were. I was at work and I remember our media manager rushing into the office saying the WTC had been hit by a plane and like everyone else, thought it was an accident. I still remember watching dumbstruck as the second plane hit and then tears rolling down my cheeks as it dawned on me that people were in there.

Just awful.

aimee / greeblemonkey said...

Yes, very hard to explain, especially to the very young.