I am writing 8 months after 9-11. I was sitting here thinking of nothing at all and my heart dropped to my stomach for the memory of 9-11 popped in my head. I am making a disk of everything I find about it for my children so that one day they can see this and maybe make it their life mission to bring peace to this world.
On Sept 11 my best friend who is a news fanatic called me when the first plane crashed into the world trade center. I seen everything from there. I woke my husband and my roommate to watch and my child to get ready for school. I sat there in complete disbelief with my heart in my stomach a knot in my throat and tears streaming down my face. My husband was speechless other then the words I dreaded to hear: I guess I am going off to war baby. (He’s in the military). When the first building collapse I could do nothing but scream.
My roommate yelled at me cause the other children were asleep. In all the anger that had built up through watching this I said only this “how dare you tell me or anyone watching that television to shut up when our country has been attacked and mothers have just lost their children.” She broke down in tears and I noticed my daughter hiding behind the couch crying her heart out. I asked my 5 year old daughter if she was okay and she asked me if there was enough room in heaven for all those babies that they killed with the planes. I didn’t have words for her in that moment just a hug and a lot of tears.