Today is 9-11. Again. Twenty-one years ago. Like yesterday. It returns to me each and every year as clear as that crisp blue sky and brilliant orange ball of flame. My New York story is not the same as anyone else, but it’s not that different either. The clarity of it always surprises me, and I encourage myself to remember it in detail every year on its anniversary as if my memories give them all life once more – even if for just a moment. I go to the beach this day, as I have done on this day for years and send a bottle to the oceans with my grief.
This just gave me the chills. xo. I remember the clear crispness of that day too and the brilliant blue sky. I do remember exactly what I was doing with a 2 month old and watching the news, trying to make sense of the unfolding events and then the quietness of the skies that night. So incredibly sad.
None of us - especially New Yorkers - will forget where we were and what we experienced that 'beautiful' day...The sky was so clear, I remember commenting on it, just before I saw the plane fly over my head as I was walking from a meeting at Starbucks to my office on West 37th Street. And then havoc and horror broke out everywhere and in everyone's life. Thanks for your remembrance. It triggered mine in all its' bold details and sadness. It was a catapult for so many. The loss so profound. Tears come as I recall it.
This just gave me the chills. xo. I remember the clear crispness of that day too and the brilliant blue sky. I do remember exactly what I was doing with a 2 month old and watching the news, trying to make sense of the unfolding events and then the quietness of the skies that night. So incredibly sad.
Thank you for this, Christine. So beautiful.
Love,
Jamie
None of us - especially New Yorkers - will forget where we were and what we experienced that 'beautiful' day...The sky was so clear, I remember commenting on it, just before I saw the plane fly over my head as I was walking from a meeting at Starbucks to my office on West 37th Street. And then havoc and horror broke out everywhere and in everyone's life. Thanks for your remembrance. It triggered mine in all its' bold details and sadness. It was a catapult for so many. The loss so profound. Tears come as I recall it.