There are days in our lives that we will never forget. The day Pearl Harbor was bombed for those living then. The day President Kennedy was shot. And the 11th day of September 2001. Those past childhood on that day remember exactly where we were when we first heard about the planes flying into the Twin Towers. Some of us were watching the news when that second plane crashed into the other tower. Even more of us were watching when the buildings collapsed.
As we stood transfixed in front of our televisions, we knew we were watching people die. Firemen had run into the buildings to rescue people and lost their lives in that horrible moment when the buildings came down. There were still rescues, miracles of survival, but there were also many who were not rescued. And we watched and thought of how our world was forever changed. Then we prayed. We held hands and looked to the Lord for help, for comfort, for hope in the days to follow.
I was at home – probably trying to write something, but I really don’t remember that. I do remember my daughter-in-law calling me and telling me to turn on the television since she knew I rarely have the t.v. or radio on during the daytime. I saw the replays of the plane hitting the building over and over and I saw the towers collapse. Even thinking about it now years later, my heart grows heavy.
That year, the National Quartet Convention was being held in Louisville at the fairgrounds. We had tickets for the concerts for the rest of that week, but it was strange. Nobody knew what to do. Should the performers continue on? Should they just cancel all the concerts and send everybody home? In the end, they continued the program with tributes and prayers and patriotic speeches, but there was a surreal feeling to it all. What were we doing? And why?
The fairgrounds is next to the airport in Louisville where there is a busy UPS hub. I remember how very odd it felt with no planes taking off or landing. Normally a plane would be going over every few minutes. But the rest of that week, all planes were grounded. The skies seemed too empty. And, with our innocence lost, we waited and worried about what might happen next. We still wait and worry.
Now we know what can happen. We remember those first responders–the firemen and police officers. We remember our soldiers who volunteer to protect our country and way of life. And we remember those who have given their all in service of our country.
And so we remember.
I took a break from the birthday stories today to remember 9/11. This is a repeat with some edits of a post I wrote on the tenth anniversary of 9/11. But if you comment on this post, you will still get an entry into the drawing. The deadline for entering is midnight EST September 17, 2016. Check out my News and Events page for details of the prizes, etc.
Thanks for reading. What do you remember about that day?