Sunday, September 11, 2011
Eva and I stayed home sick today.
I recorded and then watched the program with Tom Brokaw that showed the coverage of memorial ceremonies in New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania.
On this day, 10 years after the terrorist attacks on 9/11, I thought I remembered it pretty vividly.
Then I re-watched the coverage that I watched live, of the planes hitting the towers, and the towers collapsing; of people screaming and running, the clouds of dust, the firefighters.
Oh. Now I really remember. The shock. The horror.
So many people died–some because they just went to work. Some because they were first responders. Some because they were heroes.
Then, I had a 6-year-old and a 2-year-old. Now, I have a 16-year-old, a 12-year-old, and a 2-year-old. So much has changed in those ten years. In some ways it feels as though nothing is the same.
Then, the country was so united. Now, not so much.
I watched children and other loved ones of those who died that day speak of their love, their determination to make their mothers, fathers, husbands, wives proud.
I am grateful for people who would sacrifice everything, even their lives, to help others. I am grateful for the freedoms we enjoy, and all those who serve us to preserve those freedoms. I am grateful for my knowledge that we have a Heavenly Father who loves us, for our Savior and his sacrifice for us, for the plan that ensures that loved ones will be reunited again; for my knowledge that when we trust in the Lord, nothing can ever go permanently wrong.