Always Remembering 911…
September 11, 2001. I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I remember walking into my house around 8:30 am, turning on the television, and watching in horror as the second airplane crashed into the Twin Towers. The thing that struck me most odd that morning was watching the individual white sheets of paper flutter around the streets of New York, thousands and thousands of paper. I remembered thinking who had touched them, who had just recently stored them into the filing system, who was missing them? It was an eerie thought to wonder about these thousands of sheets of papers coming from the Twin Towers. I do not know why this particular image has stayed in my mind for all these years, but it has. Perhaps my mind needed to fixate onto something less horrific than watching a city fall apart to an awful bout of terrorism. The images we endured that day will forever be stuck in our minds.
September 11th is a very special and memorable day to my family and I because we named our second daughter after a Naval Contractor who had died on September 11th in the Pentagon. We named her Julian Cooper. She reminds us every year on 911 of the loss, we as individuals, families, and as a nation, had to endure on that fateful day twelve years ago on September 11, 2001.
Written By: Ask Ms Mandi