There is a feeling of sadness still after many years...Tell me I'm not alone feeling the darkness of that day.....
Please tell me your experiences of September 11,2001 when America was attacked by leaving comments below!....Here's a excerpt from my book remembering that horrific day!
"Looking Through the Eyes of an Unseen Child"...many were unseen that day 10 years ago....let us never forget them....:
It was 3:00am, the morning of September 11, 2003. The flashing lights from my clock lit the room. It was too early to be awake...a heavy sick feeling rested in my stomach...Was it the memory of my husband's family, and the friends they lost this day, two years ago....? Or could it be that this day held something even more frightening...? My mind drifted back....
My husband was born and raised in New York before he traveled out west to attend the Bible College where we met, in the early 1980's. We were married shortly thereafter. The mid-west became our home, and New York City was where my new in-laws lived. After twenty years, I felt like I was part of this large family and New York was my favorite place to visit, with so much love and happy memories. Every visit meant an incredible view of the Twin Towers from my in-laws window. The same view shared by so many people on their way to work everyday, each with a different face, and a different story to tell. The morning of the attack seemed like any other morning. I was in my home switching the channels on the television when, in a flash, fear filled the air. A plane had hit one tower, and within minutes, another plane went soaring through its twin. Instantly, a blanket of confusion and grief covered the United States.
Knowing that my brother-in-law worked as a New York City police officer, the reality that his life could be in danger caused my family panic. He managed a brief phone call to assure us that he was alive, but as the phone went dead seconds late, I felt my life slipping. I was losing all my happy memories and the only past I had chosen to tell my children. As the day went by, it felt like weeks. Once again, death was moments away from those I loved.
The day that America lost so many lives reminded me of my loss also, the loss of my own childhood and the reality of the dark cavity that rested within me. I was no longer able to forget my childhood and to tell only the stories of my life in New york City. Now, this incredible city would be another tragedy from which I must run. As I lay in bed, I closed my eyes tightly and curled up, wanting to forget about the huge dark cloud and the belief that there was nowhere to hide from danger.] End of excerpt....
God bless you all!