I was replying to the blog The Sierra Home Companion which asked, "Where were you on September 11th?" and the memory just flowed from my fingertips. I thought I would share my thoughts here and repost my reply:
You're right. I too will never forget where I was or what I was doing on that day.
I was pregnant with my 2nd child. We were in bed when my mother called to tell us the twin towers fell. (I'm ashamed that I didn't know what she was talking about-World Trade Center?) We got up, flipped on the tube and caught the 2nd plane crashing into the tower. I will never forget that image.
Yes, the next couple of days, the world seemed to stand still. I don't remember leaving the living room. I remember wondering what the world held for the future of my children. We didn't know what would happen next. Part of me feared, the other part knew I needed to have faith.
I found a patriotism that I never felt before. As tragic as it all was, Americans stood together like never before. Suddenly it didn't matter who you were or where you came from. Nothing mattered because as an American, we were one. Flags erupted EVERYWHERE. The mere sight of them found on cars, houses, buildings, you name it, would bring me to tears. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the mere shock of the tragic events I watched unfold, maybe I was just patriotic for the first time in my life.
As much as my heart ached for the families involved, it also swelled with American pride like never before. September 11th heightened patriotism in America...and I miss it. America has forgotten. Maybe not in our hearts, but we have moved on and life has resumed as before.