Today may we bow our heads in prayer, and remember the lives that were lost on this day 16 years ago. May we thank those first responders. May we remember the heroic gestures that brought people together in work, in shock, and grief.
Even after all this time, I still remember what I was doing when I first heard. I remember turning on the TV and watching in disbelief. I remember weeping in fear and horror over the people that I instinctively knew were not of this world anymore.
I remember wanted to run back to daycare to scoop up my kids and bring them home, despite the fact that I had to report to work that afternoon. And I remember the fear and paranoia I felt, because I worked as an RN, and we were close enough to be able to care for victims.
And I remember the eerie quiet of silence in the air with no planes flying. It was as if the world stopped turning.
And all I could think of was this: will life ever return to normal again?
But day after day, America joined together and stood stronger than ever. Yes the WTC Towers were gone, it was horrifying, and unbelievable. But we stood up. Each year that has passed, it has gotten slightly better. While I did not lose a loved one, I did lose my rose colored glasses about the world.
So to those that were lost, I didn’t forget you.
For those that lost loved ones, you have always been in my prayers.
For those that rescued the living, you will always be my hero.
And for those that are responsible to this horror, I pray that someday you will meet your fitting end.