I wasn't going to blog today about 9.11 because in all honesty I don't really remember how I felt that day. All I remember as a self centered 16 year old was being woken up from my sleep (we are four hours behind NY). I was the only member in my family who had a t.v. (yes it was in my room) so my mother came rushing in yelling God knows what, telling me to turn the t.v. on. That's what I remember. Besides the images in my mind from the t.v., papers and Internet.
Did you know that there was only one place of worship that was destroyed that day? St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church was a little church that sat behind the towers that was built in the early nineteenth century. Nothing is left of the church besides a few holy items.Ten years have gone by an they have not been able to rebuild their church on what use to be their site of prayer.
For the husband who told his wife I love you one last time before his plane went down in a field; for the wife who stopped in the stairs to call her husband to say I will love you forever; for the mothers and fathers who kissed their kids goodbye the morning they died; for the policemen who rushed in with the firemen to help get others out only to die themselves; for the soldiers who fought back and lost their lives. Today, tomorrow, ten years from now, we will remember 9-11-01.