Remembering. Honoring. Grieving.

Eight years ago seems like so long ago.
But to many, eight years ago is a day that never will be forgotten and a day that we remember many things.
We remember where we were. We remember what we heard. We remember what we saw.

So many feelings and emotions that ran through everyone on that day eight years ago ... not knowing who was on those planes, what was going on, loss of communication, fear that anyone you knew personally were there at that moment, a moment where the world froze together and stood in awe of this breaking news.

I remember being in high school. I remember walking around the hallways worrying about getting to class on time. And then I kept hearing rumors and scattered words: "World Trade Center" "New York" "planes crashing"... I kept going on my way to English class where I sat down next to one of my girl friends and asked "Is it true? What's going on?"

As the bell rang my teacher told us the news - two planes had been hijacked and they both hit the Twin Towers in New York City. I was in awe, stunned, at a loss for words. I think I was unable to breath for a few seconds until I was thinking - "Do I know anyone that lives there? Yes. I do. Family. Friends. Oh my God. I hope they weren't near the towers. Please God let no one I know be near the Towers. Please God bless all those people there."

As the day went on, there were rumors of the planes and the president and the fact that there were two other planes that were heading to Washington, D.C. and that the Towers had fallen, and that the bridges were closed to go into the city, and that there were firefighters, medical personnel trying to help everyone get out of the city because all the trains, buses and bridges were closed.

Then as I got home, I quickly turned on the TV and there it was - all those horrible and terrible images that will always be scarred in my brain, in my memory those images will stay with me forever. As I saw the footage of the Towers get hit by one plane then the other I was just speechless. As I kept flipping through the channels there was nothing but those images. The images of the planes hitting the towers and how those flames burned. And the even more scarring and terrifying images were of those people who were trying to get out of those two buildings as the flames kept rising and rising. The images of bodies just dropping one by one because they couldn't handle being trapped in those buildings - it just brings me to tears and makes me hope that their souls are resting now.

So many people died that day and so many people are still suffering from the tragedy that struck America eight years ago - including myself. Personally I thank God that no one in my immediate family was in the city at the time that the WTC got hit. But I still feel that all those people - dad's, uncles, brothers, sisters, mothers, aunts, grandparents - that were killed that day were a part of my family as I am a United States citizen. Those people deserve to be remembered as they were innocent souls who did not deserve to die that way. I hope that whomever is reading this post understands that eight years ago today a major part of our American family was lost. Two of the greatest building ever built were lost and believe me that in itself brings me to tears. Those two buildings to me were the significance of what a great country this is and the unity of many people who come here for a better life. Maybe that is not the reason why those two buildings were built for but that is my way of thinking.

I went atop those two buildings many times and made some great memories. I just think of how unpredictable life is. Sometimes the "What if's?"get to me and I think "What if... my school decided to have a school trip to the WTC that day?" "What if... my dad had decided to take a day off and go into the city?" and so on...

But today is not about MY "What if's?" ... it is about remembering all those people that died tragically eight years ago because of these attacks to American territory.

Let's not forget those people who also died courageously in the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania that was supposedly meant to crash into the White House and the plane that actually did land into the Pentagon. There were many lives lost there as well and we cannot forget them.

I hope that you will join everyone in a little silent prayer today either at the time of the attacks or any time during the day today for all the men and women who lost their lives eight years ago.

Also, all the firemen, medics, nurses, EMS, soldiers who helped during and after the attacks to help all those in need. May God bless them all.

We should think of all those families who don't get to see their loved ones because of what happened eight years ago today. God Bless You.

God Bless America.
God Bless the World.


Anonymous said...

Very meaningful post. Living in NYC that day was very surreal and devastating. We unfortunately lost a lot of people in my neighborhood that day (we have lots of firefighters/police officers) and the renamed streets in their honor are a constant reminder of how much the world has changed. Thanks for sharing your experience.

SoFiA said...

Melissa - So sorry to hear about all the losses your neighborhood lost. But I know they will never be forgotten. They are our heroes now.

Thank you for stopping by.