9-11 was a couple of days ago, and I should have posted this then, but it's better late than never.
My uncle posted on Facebook asking us where we were on 9-11, 10 years ago. Here is what my response was.
"I remember my roommate at the time waking me up and telling me that the WTC had an airplane flown into it. At first I was confused and disoriented...I needed to fully wake up,plus I was in denial about it.
I remember getting ready to go to school and being in a daze listening to different newscasts on the way.
I remember wondering if Sean, my half brother, was ok (he lived in NY at the time). (He was ok,being out of the country.)
I remember being upset that my Child Development professor didn't want to talk about what happened. He just carried on like a normal day. Denial too, I suppose.
I remember my History professor asking us to share our feelings and what was going on in our heads. I couldn’t stop crying as I spoke about all the families who had just lost their loved ones.
I remember asking my mom, “Why did this have to happen on your birthday?” Her response?? “I’m just relieved it didn’t happen on yours.”
I remember thinking in the days that followed that acts like these happen in other countries every day. I remember thinking that I am happy to be living in America. I remember being proud to be an American.
It’s hard to believe that it was almost 10 years ago…andthat I was 20 years old. It made me realize that people deal with grief in different ways. Not right or wrong, but different.
I still think of all the families who lost their loved ones that day. And those who lost loved ones in the days, months, and years to follow due to injuries and such. I still think of them, quite often actually. Especially on anniversaries…itbreaks my heart. 9-11-2001…We will never forget."
Where were you on 9/11/2001? I would love to hear your story.