September 11, 2003. Two years later.

Today, I remember.
I remember the horror, the panic, the fear, the anger, the sadness, the confusion, the disbelief.
I remember the people running for their lives, the people jumping out of desperation, the fireman running towards a building that everyone else was running away from, the people desperately looking for loved ones, the people on the streets watching and crying.
I remember the fear in my childrens eyes as they watched, I remember feeling like I couldn’t breathe, not knowing if my children would ever be safe again, I remember holding my boys, crying, telling them everything was going to be ok, but not really believing that was true, I remember driving them to school, not knowing if it was the right thing to do, not knowing what would happen next, not knowing if the world as we knew it was coming to an end before our eyes.
I will never, ever, forget.
I cried this morning, I will probably cry again. However, I also smiled. I smiled when I woke my kids up and I felt their warm skin against mine as we hugged.
I am thankful. Thankful to be alive, thankful that my kids are safe, thankful that life goes on, even though there are thousands for which life will never be the same, we still have life. And we must move forward and continue to live life to the fullest.
But we can never forget.

5 thoughts on “September 11, 2003. Two years later.

  1. LL

    Today is a day for remembering, but it is also a day for renewal, hope and joy. I celebrate my beautiful baby boy’s 1st birthday today…and my sister-in-law just gave birth to a baby girl at 3:43pm.
    Peace everybody!!

  2. bert

    I will never forget that day.
    I’m thankful to my American neighbours. You have a leader who has the heart and the balls to go after the ones responsible.
    The only balls our Canadian leader has, is the ones that are banging on his backside as he lets the piss-ass UN fuck him up the ass.
    It’s nice to know that at least you and Britain care enough about the rest of the world to do something about it.

  3. butterflies

    I watched from New zealand as the horror unfolded.I felt the pain and grief and utter desperation and went into a chat room to be with other Americans to express my sorrow.I met my man there,came over here and married him.It made the whole world unite.No-one can ever forget.

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