If you follow my little blog, you know I was a tad preoccupied with moving, playing nurse, the subsequent unpacking, more nursing, and even some massaging. I was honestly so tired, I wasn’t inspired to write much. Then September 11 came. For teenagers today, that day holds little meaning. They don’t know the uncertainty or the fear we felt. They don’t know how a country unified. We all flew flags: from our houses, from our cars. It was all about America. It makes you understand the frustration of your “elders” when they talked about when Kennedy was assassinated and you responded with a blank look on your face. I feel it’s important to discuss this day. To remember. So even though the day has passed, I’m going to share my little story. I look forward to hearing about where you were and where you are now.

Fifteen years ago, on September 11, 2001 I was at my home in Redondo Beach, CA. My husband was traveling for work. My stepson was getting ready for high school. He called me downstairs and we watched the second plane fly into the tower. I was confused. A movie? A stunt? A private plane in a tragic accident? Terrorism never crossed my mind. Living and working so close to LAX was scary for me that day. My husband was on a business trip and I begged him not to get on a plane. He probably would have too, but they grounded all flights. He was in Alaska and in Alaska he was to stay. He didn’t have a passport, so he couldn’t drive home through Canada. He was going to get booted from his hotel because the cruise ships were coming in. He had the option of taking a cruise home – but as the agents told him, it was a seven-day cruise. In the end, after several days, he ended up getting on a chartered flight with a few other men and came back home to his family. For me? There was so much uncertainty and fear in the air. I just wanted him home.

We visited Ground Zero years later, during construction of the new Freedom Towers. I don’t know if I can properly articulate the feeling of the site. I don’t know you’ll ever truly understand unless you go for yourself. There is a weight, a heaviness. I didn’t expect to, but I cried. It is a very humbling experience. So remember. Take time to find gratitude for what you have and who you love.