I just wanted to take a moment to remember all the lives lost on this day. I’ll never forget sitting in my chorus class freshmen year and listening to my principals garbled voice on the intercom saying something about a plane crash. Or was it a building? We couldn’t tell.
I remember leaving chorus class and thinking that school seemed oddly quiet. The bell had rung, but no one was out in the hall. All the televisions were on in all the classrooms. I went to PE next, and it wasn’t until lunch that I realized what happened.
I have family in New York, and an Uncle who works for the Pentagon. I called my mom to make sure everyone was okay, and learned a friend of the family was missing. I remember sitting in Biology class and crying while watching the news, thinking about all the kids in New York that would be waiting for their parents to pick them up from school, hoping their parents weren’t in the building that day.
And I remember knowing the pain I felt that day was nothing compared to those who had truly lost someone. People lost husbands and wives and parents and friends. However sad I was, it was nothing compared to them.
I remember, and I’ll always remember. It seems so strange to me that I have a PTO meeting tonight, and that my husband has an interview this afternoon. Life goes on I guess, but I just wanted to take a second to stop and to remember.
Over 3,000 people lost their lives on this day so many years ago. I won’t forget you.