“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children. “
~ President George W. Bush, November 11, 2001
No, there is no forgetting. The images of the plane hitting the tower, the towers burning, falling, the smoke, the screams, the horror in the voices of the newscasters. It is burned on my eyes and in my soul.
I sat in speechless terror, our almost 1 year old in my lap in the rocking chair as the scenes unfolded, as the hours passed. I sat still, riveted to the events unfolding on the screen before me, uncomprehending.
The sky was so blue, I remember that well, the perfect, clear, cloud-free blue of September. It seemed so wrong, this perfect day, so incongruous with what was happening. For 10 years now, when the sky looks like that, I think to myself that it was just like it on "that day".
To this day it remains unfathomable.
This is kind of an unfinished post, but I still struggle to write about it. But I will never, ever, forget.