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Thoughts on This Day



I remember-

  • before the second plane hit,thinking that first plane was the ONLY plane and it was a freak accident.
  • the complete and utter confusion and failure to process or comprehend the enormity of what had happened as the events unfolded.
  • being unable to move. I was at my younger kids’ schools, scheduled to volunteer, and I could not, would not leave the building. I was told I could leave, take my kids home, but I couldn’t move. I needed to be near my kids but I didn’t want to take them home yet.
  • the young teacher who came into the media center (the only place in the school where a television was on- a kid free zone) and kept uttering “Oh my God!” while she reached blindly behind her to hold onto a chair that was not there.
  • calling my husband at work (in downtown Chicago) and asking him to please come home and hearing how trains were filling up as fast as they pulled into the station.
  • my mind racing in so many different directions, running through my list of friends, family, anyone who might be in New York City, Virginia, Pennsylvania.
  • a picture that 5 year old Andy drew of a plane crashing into the Sears Tower (the only skyscraper he knew).
  • the deafening silence outside when I left the school building to walk to my car. And the silence that continued for days, even weeks….
  • the anxiety that grew inside me each time I saw a plane in the sky. For months I would stop and look up at any plane, just following its path until it was out of sight.
  • being glued to the television screen, overwhelmed with feelings of sadness and grief, anger and helplessness.
  • watching the news stories about first responders traveling from all over the country to help, more casualties being added to the ever growing number and wondering when it was going to end.
  • not leaving the house unless absolutely necessary.
  • the fear, ignorance and hate that was fueled as a result of the attacks.
  • crying every time I heard the National Anthem.
  • And when I visited New York City for the first time ever four years ago, I visited the 9/11 Memorial. It was still incomplete, which only made it more so moving and powerful, such a testament to our ability to heal and work together to create a living remembrance commemorating all of it- the lives lost, the lives forever changed and what it meant to each and every one of us.

What do you remember?


I am the mother of 3 children (now almost all grown up!) in the Midwest. Writing helps me hold on to my sanity. I like to spend my free time reading, hanging out with friends and listening to music.

9 thoughts on “Thoughts on This Day

  1. I remember watching in horror after picking my child up from school , not realising the implications of what was happening.
    We were in London this weekend and we’re talking about 9 11 – the changes that have occurred because of it- openly seeing armed guards in London, the searching of bags for all the tourist attractions and basically a feeling of being on guard and mindful of what was happening around us. So much has changed and then so little in 15 years.

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  2. I was ironically, at a anti-weapons protest at the time. The march passed by my mum’s house and I decided to drop by and check in on my baby whom I had left there earlier on. I never left.
    Like everyone else, I was glued to the TV in complete and utter shock and remember that the streets were deathly quiet.
    It’s a day I will never ever forget.

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  3. OH this was giving me goosebumps as I read it! For yes I identified with so many of your feelings! The not being able to move, I didn’t want to leave the house and I couldn’t wait for my husband to get home. The tears came with the National Anthem and with Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA song, I would replay and replay that song.
    The feelings and emotions of that day and for days to come were really indescribable weren’t they.
    I remember getting on a plane for the first time 4 years later and being scared.

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