September 11, 2001
In my lifetime, this is the day everything changed.
We are being attacked!
I heard my coworker yelling as she ran down the hall past my office. I worked in a hospital at the time and yelling in the halls was unusual. And disturbing.
Planes are hitting buildings in New York City!
It has become one of those awful “where were you?” moments. The horrific alteration of reality that gets seared in memory.
Must call family. Must connect. My daughter – a college sophomore on the east coast. My son in the 8th grade. My husband at home. My parents called him. My siblings. My friend in DC. My friend in NYC. The need to wrap oneself around loved ones as we watched the horror, the fires, the smoke, the pain unfold on television – over and over and over and over. Hope draining away as the hours dragged on.
Emails flew through cyberspace. Are you okay? Are you okay? My good friend who lived close to NYC frantic to help in some way. A doctor, she made ready to go to Ground Zero. But there was nobody to save. Was on call for helping at hospitals but no living to care for…she wrote to me.
Such profound loss.
Since then life has been divided: Before 9/11 and After 9/11.
A whole generation of children are now growing up under the cloud of what happened that bright sunny day in 2001. Its aftermath. Its fallout.
My heart breaks, still, for those thousands of innocents who died that day. And for their families. And for the first responders. And their families.
Soon after that day in 2001, the nation was called upon to light candles together in remembrance and solidarity. It was a time of unspeakable tragedy and for a brief time…there was unity. We stood on our small deck with a candle. A moment of silence.
I drove to work a few days later and saw a big American flag newly attached to the top of a huge crane – at the construction site for the hospital’s addition project. Similar to the ones at the WTC.
As a child, I hid under my school desk. Practice drills. Crouched low with head down. In case we were attacked. Then we weren’t. And life went on much as before.
That won’t work anymore.
This morning, the news networks held a moment of silence at 8:46 am to mark when the first plane hit.
Today is a Tuesday, as it was in 2001.
We must never forget.
2 thoughts on “The Day Everything Changed”
A very touching post about 911 – living in the Midwest the day that happened, I felt so helpless as I watched it unfold on TV. I’ll never forget that day, or how, like you said, it changed all of us who remember. xx
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Yes, helpless. I lived on the east coast about an hour from Boston. Local residents were on the plane(s). Our local TV station read their names last night during the evening news; displaying photos. Thank you for your comment and remembrance.