Sunday, September 11, 2011
We lived it.
I will never forget where I was on September 11, 2001. It was my second year of teaching, and I was in my classroom with my students that morning, doing our normal daily routines. Craig was also at his school teaching. A fellow teacher next door to me came into my classroom that morning and told me that an airplance had hit the World Trade Center. At that time, we didn't know if it was an accident, or what was going on. Little did we know, three more planes would crash that day, which turned out to be a horrific terrorist attack on our country.
We immediately took the kids out for recess so the teachers could take turns watching the TV which we set up in the library. I'll never forget sitting there, watching those planes crash and the towers collapsing into a cloud of dust. I called Craig at his school and we talked about it. I called my mom, who was also at her school. We were all in disbelief. My dad was still alive on that day, and I can remember all of us being so devastated.
Many parents came to pick their children up from school early. I remember when it was my turn to take over recess duty for a while, looking up at the sky and how quiet it seemed. No planes were flying. It was so still. Almost eerie. It was like this for days afterwards, as all the airports shut down.
As I sit here and watch the people announcing names of the loved ones lost on this day, I just can't help but remember as the tears are running down my face. A little boy reads the name of his father and says he never met him because he was in his mom's belly. He said "I love you for loving the idea of having me. You gave me the gift of life and I wish you could be here to enjoy it with me." I also watched a girl read her father's name, who died on her 10th birthday that day. They are dedicating the beautiful new memorial in New York City where the towers once stood.
Our country came together that day. Everyone hung American flags everywhere. It was so amazing to see. Everywhere you went you would see flags hanging... in people's windows, in restaurants, even stickers on people's cars. There was such a sense of unity. As devastating of a day it was, it also made you proud to be an American.
My sweet Andrew and Kerigan, someday you will learn about this tradgedy our country endured. I pray that you will always feel blessed to be part of this great nation, and that you will always show respect for the lives that were lost by growing up to be good citizens and good people. Daddy and I are doing our best to rasie you to always be kind to others, and show them that you care. You are both our miracles because you didn't come easy to us. We wanted you both so badly, and we are forever grateful that you have blessed our lives beyond measure.
Ten years ago, this was the life we dreamed about. You have made our dreams come true.
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