This is one of those dates that we will never forget. One that you always remember where you were and exactly what you were doing when you heard the news. We were living in our first little home in Ohio. We rented a basement suite and Joshua was music pastor at Victory Baptist Church. Sara was 6 1/2 months old. I was going through my normal morning routine, when I got the phone call from Joshua at the church, "Turn on the T.V.!" I remember the horror, the confusion. Who? Why? What? I remember standing there, holding my baby girl, trying to take it all in. And then, right before my eyes, the first tower began to crumble to the ground. As I realized what was happening, I sank to the couch in tears, hugging Sara tight. A moment I will never forget. Life stood still that day and the nation grieved together. I saw the movie "Flight 93" a few days ago for the first time. It brought back so many emotions and I cried through much of it. Those people were amazing. And they were real people just like you and me. May we never forget what happened that day.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
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Ah, yes! I was getting ready to go the hospital to register for my double knee replacements. My Dad called and told us to turn on the TV. It took awhile before we realized that this was real. It was really happening! Through the next fews days as I lay in the hospital I remember terrible physical pain, but also the gloominess and sadness as every single thing on TV was about the horror of the attack and teh ruined lives. It was weird. My little daughters coul not comprehend it as real. When they visited me at the hospital they wanted to walk up and down the stairs instead of using the elevator so they could "play" twin towers. What a sad game for them to have to learn! I am grateful for our soldiers and other law enforcement people who are keeping our country safe.
I stood there this morning in front of my tv, watching the taped airing of the events on September 11, 2001. I cried like it was real time! The overwhelming emotion of that day still gets to me.
I have so many memories of this day that even as I type them it's hard to keep them all straight. I too have everything on video so that someday the next generation can watch and see the devastation that hatred can bring.
And in case you're wondering, the next generation in my family was born September 11th, 2007. Nicolas John Todd Warkentin reminded me that there can be joy and hope where there was once devastation and pain.
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