I'm feeling a little emotional today.
I'm pretty sure everyone in the country is feeling a little emotional today.
Every single year, I'm brought back to that day. Those moments. Today they were asking where everyone was when the world stopped turning. I know everyone remembers.
Me? I went home sick that day. Early that morning actually. I had heard something about it while I was in the nurse's office, so I turned on the news as soon as I got home. I remember sitting on our coffee table, not moving. Just stunned. Trying to make sense of it all. We had no idea what was happening at that time.
As we found out more information, the fear grew.
I remember talking to a friend online later that day. Finding out new information. Worrying about what this all meant. My current boyfriend, his best friend, was in boot camp for the Navy at the time. When they started talking about the military, I wondered what this would mean for him. For us. For everyone.
I remember being sick to my stomach as my "friend" told me that he would probably be deployed right out of boot camp. That he would go to war, and there was a very good possibility that he would die.
This was way more than my 15 year old mind could handle. It was already WAY too much of an emotional situation when he was gone and now I literally had no clue how to process any of this information. I was numb.
For the record, he did not get deployed. He is living happily in California (at least that's where he was a billion years ago when I spoke to him last).
He was scheduled to graduate boot camp on September 20th and his mom and I were flying out to see him. Things were still tense, but thankfully we were flying out of a smaller airport, so it wasn't so bad. We were the first group that was allowed on base to watch the graduation since the terrorist attack. We needed to meet in a strip mall parking lot, we were searched by the navy officials, and then boarded a large bus that drove us onto the base.
It's amazing to think that this was all 14 years ago. I feel like it happened yesterday. I can remember it like it was yesterday. All of it.
It amazes me that something that happened so long ago, still has such an emotional effect on a nation. In a world where we are more concerned with what Kim Kardashian is doing, rather than what really matters, I'm proud of us for remembering this. This wound has not healed. And it won't heal. And because of that, it will never be forgotten.
It's a shame that it takes such an absolutely tragic event for us to come together as a nation, but at least we know it is possible.
I found this on Facebook last night, and it really resonated with me. It shows us that tomorrow is never guaranteed, and that we should always remember to say "I love you":
At this moment, 14 years ago, millions of Americans
went to bed quietly,
with not thought that the next morning their world
would change forever.
That night, hundreds pack flight bags
they would not live to open.
Thousands, slept with loved ones for the last time.
One never knows what a new day has in store.
Let us live each day to the fullest,
and never miss a chance to let those dearest to us
know of our love for them.
So, TONIGHT, if you have someone in your life that you love,