J-Dub’s: A Series of Unfortunate Events #6 #neverforget

After 1999, things were rolling along, going well.  We built and moved in to our new house in January of 2000.  Y2K was not the Armageddon some people predicted it would be.  I remember a friend of mine was stock piling canned goods and bottled water.  I thought she had lost it but never told her so.  Personally we didn’t do anything to prepare.  Gamblers at LIFE!  The kids were good, we were good.  Things were actually pretty mundane until …

Fast forward to September 11, 2001 when our nation experienced a tragedy that will live in the annals of history.  As I write this today, on the 15th anniversary, I feel like it is that day all over again …  Lots of wordless moments.    Unable to describe the true depth of my feelings.  Not just my unfortunate event; but rather our unfortunate event. Unfortunate does not seem strong enough a word to describe the events of that day but disastrous is and disastrous is a synonym of unfortunate.

Personally, my family was on the periphery.  We did not know anyone directly impacted.  Still in the shock and grief our collective hearts were broken.  In the ashes, we united.  Silver linings all around.  Everyday people became heroes; those are the stories on which we should focus today and always.  To quote Sandy Dahl, wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl “If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short & there is no time for hate”

When the question is asked, where were you? Here is what I remember.  I challenge everyone to do the same today.  To remember, to honor, to never forget:

Billy Bob was at work, Lulu was at Mother’s Day Out, and Pony Boy was in school. I was working nights back then but it was a regular day off.

Sister and I were planning dad’s annual birthday dinner out with cake and ice cream at the house after. We stayed on the phone (not saying much) just on the phone as we watched TV simultaneously, in two different cities.

One crash, then two, then they are saying the crash was on purpose. People jumping from buildings as a choice to burning to death. All of it was un-freaking-believable. One of those moments that we’d look back on and remember where we were and what we were doing on that infamous day. Trying to make sense of something that defied logic.  Promising myself that I would do better and make every day count. 

I have slipped in the last 15 years but fortunately; I can start over.  I will start over.  And there is no better day than today to get started.  Wishing you Peace.

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