Thursday, September 11, 2008
The Seventh Year Since
In memory of those lost on 9/11/2001.
Where were you five years ago this morning? I was at Lori Copeland's house in Missouri, getting ready to fly home to Florida. (We had just finished a Heavenly Daze book). I was watching one of the morning news programs and heard the news with everyone else. I watched, horrified, as the second plane crashed into the second tower, and I almost stepped out into the hall to wake Lori and her husband up. When I heard that the third plane crashed into the Pentagon, I DID step out into the hall and call up the stairs to Lori. "You'd better get up," I said, "I think we're under some kind of attack."
I remember feeling slightly giddy--like it was some crazy cosmic joke or something, but of course it wasn't. Lori and Lance and I watched the TV all morning, disbelieving when we saw the towers come tumbling down. We heard that planes were still in the air and unaccounted for--we had the strange feeling that no one in America was safe; that anyone could step outside and watch a plane come down upon them. I called home and got my husband out of a staff meeting. I called my daughter and told her what little I knew. We suppose we all had an urge to reach out and touch our loved ones however we could.
Now, of course, we know the entire and awful truth. And as tragic as that day was for America, it could have been so much worse. Those towers are usually filled with tens of thousands of people, but they weren't. We experienced terrible loss, but we also experienced mercy.
It took me three days to get home; I finally ended up riding across the country on a Greyhound bus . . . and that's another story. But I am praying today for all those who lost loved ones on this day seven years ago. This anniversary has to be painful for them.
Where were you on September 11, 2001?