Remembering September 11, 2001

I know this is now a day late, but I was thinking about this earlier. I had seen a lot of posts on social media asking, "where were you 13 years ago, what were you doing, and so on".

I will never forget that day. I was about 3 months pregnant with Isaac. I had the worst morning sickness ever! I remember we had a meeting at work at about 7 am. Cordell drove me to the meeting. I remember the TVs being on in the waiting rooms and the news was on. I didn't pay attention, I was just trying to make it to my meeting and not throw up. I get down to the room where the meeting was at and one of the nuclear medicine technologist said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I couldn't believe it. I thought he was just talking about a little twin engine airplane. I remember thinking, "I hope everybody is ok." We went on with our meeting. It lasted about an hour or so. I called Cordell to tell him we were done so he could come get me. As I was going back through the waiting room I noticed a lot of people gathered around the TVs. I saw the images of the smoking towers. I did not fully comprehend what was going on. I was a little nervous. I got out to the car and Cordell had the radio on. It was then that I learned that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon. I started crying. I knew that we were being attacked on our own soil and we were now at war. They had hit our military headquarters. I was so sick. We got home and turned on the TV. There were images from the Middle East showing young people celebrating in the streets. They were happy that over 3000 Americans had just died in a brutal attack. It literally made me sick. My morning sickness was bad enough, but seeing the towers on fire, the Pentagon on fire with a huge gaping hole and later the towers collapsing, was more than I could take. I threw up so much that day. I was so scared. How could I bring a child into this world? What was it going to be like for my son? I cried. I thought about my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa was in the Korean War. I thought that my grandma probably had the same thoughts and feelings after they got married and started having kids. I'm sure every parent has had these same thoughts. So, I called my grandma and talked with her. She is an amazing women. It helped me a lot talking with her about how scared I was. She reassured me that things would turn out the way they were supposed to.

It was amazing to see our country come together as a nation and stand together after that horrific attack. I still get teary when I think about that day and watch the video from that day. It is one of those thing that will never be erased from my memory. I know I will never forget, and I hope that we as a country will never forget and will try and somehow come together as we did in the days following the attack.







Dawn