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Sunday, September 11, 2011

10 years later.

i can't believe it's been 10 years since that
devastating morning of september 11, 2001.
i have been watching 9/11 footage all weekend.
i'm obsessed. i know it's sick, but i can't stop.
right now i'm watching msnbc and it's the footage and voices
of the today show from the morning of september 11.
at work on friday, our ceo called everyone together
for a memorial service in honor of 9/11.
i was surprised by everyone's honesty and heartfelt stories.
deena's husband was in nyc and she didn't hear from him for hours,
she said it was the longest 8 hours of her life.
greer had visited nyc the year b4 and felt she belonged at the twin towers-
her dreams were in finance, but after 9/11 she felt those dreams die.
some weren't sure how to talk to their kids about 9/11 & one of my
coworkers sat in the corner and cried throughout the whole service.
my colleague betsy wrote this amazing piece that's on our agency's blog.

like so many others, i can close my eyes
and go right back to the moment if first heard
about the attacks on september 11, 2001.
i was 16.
i was in ms. love's current issues class at wheeler high school.
someone came into our classroom,
whispered to ms. love and she turned on the tv.
the first tower had already been hit.
she gasped and said "i bet it's that bin laden".
for the rest of the day i was in journalist mode-
i walked around interviewing students, teachers and parents,
trying to get a sense of everyone's mood.
i remember trying to put together a piece for the paper.
it was still so new and emotions were raw.

jim remembers being away at college in montana.
"it was 7:45 in the morning in bozeman
and i remember my dad called me and told me to turn on the tv".

check out marlo thomas' piece she wrote after meeting
with 3 women who all lost parents on 9/11.
it's heart-breaking and honest.

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