I can't believe it has been 7 years since that fateful day. That day my car was in the shop and Cody was giving me a ride to school (we were dating at the time). He came by my place to pick me up, ran in, and turned the TV on. I had no idea what was going on. He said "A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center". I immediately thought it was an accident. Then they said a second plane hit the second tower. A chill went down my spine and we were glued to the media for the rest of the day.
I know that through out that day and a few days that followed, I didn't understand the intensity of what had happened. I think my mind put up a guard so I wouldn't let all of the fear and sadness overtake me. Then on about day 4, I was watching the coverage of the attack and it suddenly hit me. I cried and cried at the thought of what had been done to our sacred country.
Sadly, the nation is starting to forget and belittle what happened on that day. Cody sent me this cartoon today and it was dead on.
Yesterday I was sitting in front of Ethan's school waiting for the kids to be dismissed. Allan Jackson's song "Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning" came on the radio and I sat in the van and cried as I listened to the words. So much emotion came flooding back.
Then the kids came running outside, huge smiles on their faces, waving their art work in the air, and without a care in the world. It was a bittersweet scene. These precious people were not on this earth when that tragedy occured, yet they have to pay the price for it. I fear for their futures and what this world holds in store for them.
I got out of the van and grabbed Ethan and hugged him so tightly and I didn't want to let go. He looked at me and saw the tears in my eyes and asked "Mom, why are you sad?" I hope he never has to understand. I am so thankful for all the people who sacrifice each day to keep that same kind of thing from happening again. May God bless America!