In Memoriam

Every generation has that moment. That time when you can say without a doubt where you were and what you were doing when it happened.

9/11 was that for me.

At the time, I lived in McAlester, Oklahoma. My mother and I were getting ready for work. (I worked with her.)

I was down the hall in the bathroom putting on makeup. Mom called me to come into the living room.

Together, we watched the second plane deliberately fly into the Twin Towers.

Yesterday, I realized that at this point, there is a whole generation for which 9/11 is just another part of history.

That’s almost as mind-boggling as the fact that it happened to begin with.

I’ll get back to creativity/creative process posts on Thursday. I wanted to take a moment to remember.

We Remember

I had a different blog post planned for today. Then I remembered. Yesterday, while I know I knew it, I didn’t think of it. This morning, I woke up. And I remembered. The original post I had for today will be posted on Wednesday.

On this day 16 years ago, my oldest niece was 7 months old. My other nieces and nephew had not been born yet. It blows my mind to think that this thing that has influenced our country so much (not necessarily for the good) is just a piece of history to them.

I was at home, getting ready for work/starting the day when the first airplane flew into the first tower. We watched as the second one crashed into the other one. That entire day felt eerie, surreal. I lived in McAlester, Oklahoma, at the time. If you’re not familiar with McAlester, there’s a Defense Ammunition Center there where they build new (and detonate old) bombs. At the time, I was told it was #7 on terrorists’ hit lists. I don’t know if it is or not, but that didn’t help the situation any.

We remember.

The Twin Towers in 2000. Photo credit: Skye Van Saun via 911 Memorial Museum/Creative Commons