I remember my husband calling to tell me the first plane had hit, and because our TV wasn’t working at that moment, running over to a neighbor’s house. She was completely unaware of the event and together as we watched it unfold we witnessed the second plan hit. It was chilling. And so surreal that I had to consciously register what had just happened.Gathering my children we kept the radio on, but low, and slept all together on the family room floor that night. Outside the entire community seemed quiet.
However, I also remember a few days later, needing to do errands, and driving down our city road. Everywhere you looked it was a wash of American flags on family lawns, fluttering proud and tall. It’s still emotional for me, that feeling of strength and unity.
I invite you today to pause, and pray or be silent for those who died in that horrible senseless act: those as victims and those as rescuers. Gather your sweet family, kiss them on the cheek and hug them close.
We can fight the terror by turning our attention to feeling gratitude for the kindness, sacrifice and strength shown by so very many, to the degree that only that kind of tragedy can bring forth.
All my best,
Connie
