My Father used to speak of remembering where he was when JFK was shot. Each generation has certain key historic moments seared into their brains.
I remember where I was when the attempted assassination of President Ronald Reagan took place took and James Brady took the bullet to his head instead.
I remember when the space shuttle Challenger exploded carrying teacher Christa McAuliffe.
And like many of you reading this, I recall exactly where I was and what I was doing on this day fourteen years ago.
Today I made a promise to myself to stay off social media from the time the first plane hit, to when the first building fell. At first I doubted the rational in this, but I do believe it forces us (me at least) to be in the moment and respect the lives that were lost on that day.
I don’t have television to (pre) occupy me, so here I am writing instead.
It took me ten years to write about my experiences on September 11th for this blog. I watched the second tower fall before my very eyes as I stood with a crowd of shocked and desperate New Yorkers on that day. I also included an eloquent post that day from a fellow I HAVE CAT reader who told about her 9/11 experience watching it all unfold from England. Last year, I posted a piece by a friend of mine shared her perspective on the days that followed 9/11.
If you haven’t read those posts I encourage you to do so. They are all written from the heart and give you very different perspectives of that day fourteen years ago. I still cannot believe that many years have passed and how fresh the wounds still are.
This year, I visited the 9/11 Memorial Museum. I hadn’t planned on it, but a friend visiting from out of the country did. So i went, reluctantly, and was very impressed by how the museum had been curated.
I did, however get into it with a group of Brazilian tourists at the footprints, which I see as hallowed ground, who were giggling and taking selfies and told me “they didn’t care,” when I asked them to tone it down as this was a sacred place where many had lost their lives. I walked away before I did anything I might regret.
This year, I want to reprint something I’ve been seeing circulating on the internet. I wish I knew who to give credit to for these sentiments but never the less, I found them worth sharing (technically I should have posted it last night, but it’s still very powerful in my opinion and it’s never to late to do what it recommends tody).
It’s advice I hope I can work to internalize and live by this credo rather than think about one day out of the year.