I will never forget…

I’m on the 405, on my way to work. There’s heavy traffic, as usual; people cut each other off, flip each other the bird. Horns honk. People yell and gesture behind their rolled up windows.

A typical work week commute.

Sighing, I reach down and turn on one of my favorite morning radio programs Jamie, Frosty & Frank. Jamie is this obnoxious chick, and Frosty & Frank are a couple of funny, entertaining dudes. I need a laugh – this drive sucks. I hit the volume button a few times…silence. What the hell? Are you kidding? I have to sit in this crap with nothing to help me get through?


One of them says something like, “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”

I frown down at the radio. I’m expecting some sort of prank, but all I hear is background conversation – the three hosts are trying to get confirmation…something has happened. Chills race along my neck. 

Over the next half hour I learn that not one, but two passenger airliners have crashed into the towers at the World Trade Center in New York. We are under attack. Terrorists have threatened my country, my home.

I pull into the parking lot of my work and run inside. We gather around the TV and watch the news. No one turns over the “open” sign in the window of the front office, the phones do not ring. All I can think about is my 18 month old daughter, and what these attacks may mean for her.

I sit in front of the TV with my colleagues and watch as my fellow Americans jump to their deaths rather than endure the agonizing fate blazing around them.

I cry as I realize that children have lost parents, parents have lost children, spouses have lost their soul mates. People have lost not only those nearest and dearest to them, but they have lost their sense of safety and security.

We all have.

We soon learn about the attack on the Pentagon, and the heroics of the passengers on Flight 93. I am at once terrified of what the future holds, and humbled by the determination and selflessness of those aboard that ill-fated plane.

I go home and hold my daughter tight.

Today, my little girl is pretty darn big…11 years old and just starting 6th grade. I have another little one who is 3 years old and just started preschool. I’m married to an amazing man who I couldn’t imagine not being with me every day of the rest of our lives.

My heart goes out to those who were directly affected by the events of 9/11. While I cannot know the devastation that you went through, I am here, as I have always been, standing beside you, as your friend and fellow American.

It has been ten years since the day our lives changed forever. We have suffered more heartbreak, and celebrated many victories – together. We are united as a Nation and as a People. The world stood with us, then, and grasped our shoulders; giving us support. When we needed them they were there, lending us their strength, and their love and compassion. Since then, they have needed us and we have responded in kind. Whether it’s terrorist threats, or natural disasters, we have united together as one people across the globe.

No matter our differences of opinion, no matter our different beliefs, we are one.

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I would like to share a few other posts in remembrance:

Tracey Hansen shares her 9/11 story.

Piper Bayard remembers 9/11 and the closure the death of Osama Bin Laden brought.

Bridgette Booth will never forget what her family was doing when the towers fell.

The following video by Velcrow Ripper is a wonderful message about love and global unity:

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31 thoughts on “Remember

  1. “No one turns over the ‘open’ sign in the window, the phones do not ring.”

    Exactly. Time was suspended that day, wasn’t it?

    Thanks for remembering this day so poignantly, Kate. I think it’s important for our children for us to remember, and remember well.

    P.S. Thanks also for the link.

  2. A thoughful post on this day…thanks, Kate. One of my best friends from NYC was visiting me when this happened. Needless to say, she extended her stay with us. My sister-in-law lived in NYC at the time and had to walk out of the city that day in her work shoes/clothes. Another NYC friend photographed the scenes of destruction from her building’s rooftop. And we all prayed…

  3. Very touching post Kate.

    I live in Canada, but we were affected just the same. I was supposed to be in NY City that weekend, meeting with some memers of a writing group I belonged to and going to the NY fllm festival. My flight home would have been from Newark, departing at 8:30 am of 9/11. My mom convinced me not to go, and to stay home for a family reunion in stead. Imagine my horror and surprise as I stood in their livingroom, watching the events unfold and knowing I could have been there. Concerned for my friends who were in NY at the time, I was relieved to know most had already left the city or were safe.

    Such a tragedy and waste of life effects us all. Remembering those who were lost is a fitting tribute and we can only hope something like this never happens again.

    Thoughts and prayers are with those who lost loved one on that day.

    Barb/ B.J. Scott

  4. Yes, Kate … a moving post to connect with our deepest emotions. I went to work in the nursing home that day, ignorant of all that was taking place. In the morning meeting that started every day for the department heads, our administrator mentioned “if the computers and the internet continue to run …” and I asked “Why wouldn’t they?” She took my hand, led me to the TV room where I watched in horror. We all know those emotions. In addition I felt the arms of Canada surrounding us. In BC, at the border, there is the Peace Arch, and the words say “Children born of a common mother.” One small Island community in Eastern Canada accepted a staggering number of airline planes to land, and kept all the passengers in their homes. I wish I could remember the name … saw a video describing their challenges on PBS. They managed to bring in food to feed them all, until it was cleared for the planes to fly them home once again. I liked the part in the video above where it said, “Remember the Love.”

  5. Thanks so much for sharing–and remembering. Each and every day is a gift and we need to truly remember and appreciate the sacrifices that have been made to ensure the freedom we now have. Even freedom that is tainted by the sorrow of the past.


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