Friday, September 11, 2009
Time, Memory And Healing, Eight Years Out...
Time passes so quickly we sometime loose track of where we've been while heading where we're going...
Today is the eighth anniversary of the attacks on 911. 2,974 people died in the attack on the World Trade Center, Pentagon and Flight 93, which crashed in a field near the small town of Shanksville in rural Somerset County, Pennsylvania. It was the largest loss of life in an attack on our homeland, in the history of America.
God bless the souls of those that were murdered that day and the families they left behind. I can't say the same for the terrorist that carried it out. No one can imagine what it was like to be on those planes or be the relative of someone that lost their life that day. I can feel a bit of their sense of loss since my parents were in an airport waiting to board a flight when it all happened. My family was coming out to California for a special occasion, but all flights were cancelled and they took their bags; avoiding all the chaos at the airport, and went home to watch all the horror unfold on television.
Luckily for me, my parents weren't on one of those planes. Although I imagined in the days and nights that followed what I would have done if they had been. I feel for all those that lost loved ones and can't fathom the hole it must have left in their hearts.
I can remember how I felt when it all came down, how it felt like time had stopped when those planes struck the Twin Towers. No one knew what was happening or if they would be next.
No one still does, but memories fade. Perhaps that's how humanity deals with the pain and the sorrow of loss... but it also leaves one with a false sense that everything is just fine and back to normal.
Nothing is normal anymore... hopefully with places like Disneyland and great Disney animated films we can escape a little of the sadness and heartache, but we should never forget what happen on that dark day in September.