9/11/2001.
What does that date bring to the surface when you read it, hear it, think about it? 9/11/2001 was an absolutely horrific day; the attack on the Twin Towers and the Pentagon. Almost 3,000 people were killed in that act of terror. Everyone remembers what they were doing, or where they were, when the Twin Towers were attacked.
On 9/11/2001, I was in college, in Anatomy class, and I had just un-bagged my cat and had begun my dissection. There was a television in our classroom and, I think I can speak for many when I say it seemed like time stood when news stations began to cover the horror. An announcement was made over the loudspeaker, dismissing the entire school. I drove to my parents’ house and sat on their yellow couch as we watched the news in utter disbelief.
9/11/2001…. my 18th birthday. Now, every year, I’m torn between feeling completely elated and celebrating another turn around the sun for me vs. the solemn remembrance of those who lost their lives, their loved ones, the people who remember the life saving efforts they attempted, and the recovery missions they joined.
I was raised to celebrate every birthday, every year, as there are so many whose lives are cut all too short. And I do. I don’t dread the coming years. I embrace every birthday and I am incredibly thankful to get to experience each new season life has to offer me.
So, tomorrow, I’ll have my moments where I’m overwhelmed with grief for those who lost their lives while I am celebrating another year i’m blessed with.
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