remembering...
I woke up this morning and did not turn on the morning news. In fact, I haven't turned on the morning news in eight years.
Logan was exactly three months old on 09/11/01. We had our routine. Every weekday morning Lynn would get up, get ready and head out to work. Logan would wake up ready to nurse. I would turn on the CBS Morning Show while I took care of our brand new baby. After Logan nursed he would have tummy time and sit in his swing or bouncy chair for awhile and after that it was morning nap time. And then the first plane struck the north tower. I thought, "holy sh*t! How awful. What a terrible accident." And then the second plane struck the south tower. My stomach lurched. This couldn't possibly be an accident, what else would be attacked? While my sweet baby boy slept peacefully I watched in horror as people chose to jump to their deaths rather than being burned alive or suffocated by the thick smoke billowing out of the buildings. My heart broke for those people and their families. The Pentagon was struck. And then United Flight 93 crashed. It was all too surreal.
Back then we lived in Florida and Lynn traveled a lot. Sometimes it was California, other times it was Illinois or Texas or New Jersey, you get the idea. As the attacks were happening I couldn't help but think it could have been my husband on one of those flights and the thought of it made me sick to my stomach, made it hard for me to breathe. He had to fly to Colorado about a week or so after the attacks and I was terrified. I had nightmares about his traveling for months after the attacks.
All this is to say since I reacted this way to the attacks, not having lost any loved ones myself, I cannot being to imagine what families who did lose loved ones feel or how they cope day to day, especially today. My thoughts and prayers are with all those affected by the events of 9/11, especially those who lost their lives and the families they left behind.
Logan was exactly three months old on 09/11/01. We had our routine. Every weekday morning Lynn would get up, get ready and head out to work. Logan would wake up ready to nurse. I would turn on the CBS Morning Show while I took care of our brand new baby. After Logan nursed he would have tummy time and sit in his swing or bouncy chair for awhile and after that it was morning nap time. And then the first plane struck the north tower. I thought, "holy sh*t! How awful. What a terrible accident." And then the second plane struck the south tower. My stomach lurched. This couldn't possibly be an accident, what else would be attacked? While my sweet baby boy slept peacefully I watched in horror as people chose to jump to their deaths rather than being burned alive or suffocated by the thick smoke billowing out of the buildings. My heart broke for those people and their families. The Pentagon was struck. And then United Flight 93 crashed. It was all too surreal.
Back then we lived in Florida and Lynn traveled a lot. Sometimes it was California, other times it was Illinois or Texas or New Jersey, you get the idea. As the attacks were happening I couldn't help but think it could have been my husband on one of those flights and the thought of it made me sick to my stomach, made it hard for me to breathe. He had to fly to Colorado about a week or so after the attacks and I was terrified. I had nightmares about his traveling for months after the attacks.
All this is to say since I reacted this way to the attacks, not having lost any loved ones myself, I cannot being to imagine what families who did lose loved ones feel or how they cope day to day, especially today. My thoughts and prayers are with all those affected by the events of 9/11, especially those who lost their lives and the families they left behind.
posted by Amy at 7:10 AM
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