When the tragedy struck on September 11th it was the middle of the night here. My husband was up feeding our not even one month old son Kohl. I heard our son crying so I got out of bed. When I got into the lounge everything was quiet again. My Hubby told me that a plane went through the World Trade Buildings. Half asleep, I brushed it off as a joke, not thinking that anything that horrible could really happen.
At 7 am I got up to find him still watching the news… then I saw it for myself. I was horrified. All I could think was those poor people on the plane. I must have really woken up at this thought. I then realised how bad the situation was and i began to cry.
I was stunned… how could anyone do this. I brought the newspaper as soon as I found an article about it. This paper has been put away for my son, because if the war on terrorism is still going (which i hope it isn’t) when he is old enough to understand I don’t know how I will be able to tell him. So I will use the newspaper to help me in my explanations.
I feel for all who lost their lives, and now I feel for my own and my sons. How do I raise a child in such a world… and how do I let him know that as bad as it was you still need to carry on and remember those you love.
My heart goes to the families of every victim and to people who survived… may we never see a day like that again.