Friday, September 11, 2009

Remembering 9-11

Dear Lara-

Today when I visited your blog, I clicked over and read your 9-11 tribute, and I realized that I had read it before. It still touches me, especially today, and the emotions of that day are brought back so clearly. Thank you for the reminder.

Our freedoms are so precious, and we must do all we can to keep them protected.

Thank you for your permission to put your words about this tragic day on my blog. Though the details may be different, your story represented so many of our thoughts and feelings at the time so well.

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Remembering 9-11
Today in Church we talked about self-reliance and food storage and emergency preparedness. It was really good for me, because for the last several months, and especially after Katrina, I have been wanting to do better at having my family be prepared. So last Sunday I ordered some food from the Cannery...used my scrap budget. A small sacrifice for something I know is extremely important. Besides, if I was as prepared for emergencies as I am for scrapping then we'd have more than enough.

Kind of fitting that we focused on that today, as it is the fourth anniversary of 9-11. Sometimes I think of it and it seems so long ago...it isn't really something I think about much anymore. It has been pushed aside due to life. My life. But today I wanted to remember that day a bit more, and try to recapture how I felt, and some of what I learned. At the very least, I wanted to blog about my experience on September 11, 2001.

We lived in Provo...right on 9th East. Joel worked at BYU, just down the street. Bria wasn't quite a year old yet. We were having Joel's best friend, Matt, and his latest girlfriend over for dinner that night and I needed to go shopping for a couple last minute things for the salad. So, I took Joel to work and I stopped at the Creamery on 9th (used to be Kent's market) to get those last few items and then planned on heading home to clean the house and babysit my baby nephew, Brayden.

When I walked into the little grocery store, I found it a little odd that they were listening to talk radio. I decided that probably nobody really comes shopping at 8:00 in the morning, and they really liked that particular talk show or something. But as I walked through the store, putting things into my cart, I started realizing what I was hearing. People jumping out of the World Trade Center? Planes crashing into buildings? Fire at the Pentagon? What????? I couldn't make any sense of what they were saying, and I honestly thought it was something like Orson Welles' War of the Worlds. I really wasn't too alarmed, because everything I was hearing was just too improbable....it all had to be somebody's idea of a joke.

But then one of the stock boys came up to me. He had tears in his eyes, and he asked me, "Can you believe what is happening?" I clearly remember answering, "What is happening? I can't understand what I'm hearing." He then explained to me, quite emotionally, his understanding of the situation. Which, of course, at 8:00 am was still laden with unfounded rumors, like the White House had been bombed and the President was missing. Shocked, I hurriedly paid for my groceries and drove home, listening to talk radio all the way.

We didn't have TV back then...we couldn't afford to pay for cable, and our TV had terrible reception as far as local channels were concerned, so I just continued to listen to the Doug Wright show on KSL 1160. Of course, Joel called me to find out if I knew what was happening. He didn't really work much that day...they all just sat in the breakroom and watched the television, only getting up if the phone rang. I think all of America was on hold that day. My sister-in-law brought Brayden to me and stayed and listened for a while. When she left, I just sat on the couch holding him while Bria sat next to me...not moving, just listening. Listening to the horrible thing that was happening to our country.

After Brayden left, Bria and I drove to my mom's house and watched the news there. I watched the twin towers collapse over and over and over again. I was horrified...glued to the television....needing to watch it just one more time in order to believe that it had actually taken place.

I also remember being deeply touched by the many nations around the world who played our national anthem and flew our flag that day. Because this was not just an attack on America, it was an attack on the world. I will never forget a woman in France who declared on the news, "Today, we are all Americans.

"Now, it is just "something that happened a few years ago." Something terrifying, certainly, but the horror has been covered by time. And life. And now our country is dealing with something else that is just as horrible in its own right. It makes me think of how the scriptures say that God always sends "something" to make the people remember Him. And if we don't even remember what happened, how will we remember Him? And if we aren't even following the commandment to be prepared, how can we say we are remembering Him? We can't. We need to remember, to not get so caught up in life that we forget the repercussions of 9-11, or Katrina, or whatever reminders we are sent...because if we forget those, we are essentially forgetting God.

Lara

Overstuffed

Where were you when you heard about this terrible event?

7 comments:

solarcellphonecharger said...

very dramatic story.. let it past and start the new life..

Lara said...

Thanks for your sweet words, Loralee.

M-Cat said...

Great post Loralee. Brought me to tears once again today.

I can distinctly remember sitting on my bed with the Today show on, and watching live - the second plane hit. I went to work and we all crowded into the fitness center to watch TV. I remember that some bigwig still wanted a planned meeting to happen and me thinking he was crazy. I still think he's crazy

BTW - love the missionary at the map picture and your new design!!!

xoxoxox

Cherie said...

I remember growing up that everyone remembered what they were doing the day Kennedy was shot.

For this generation it is what were you doing on 9/11. It will always be a sacred day.

I had gotten my kids off to school and was waiting for my visiting teachers. I had not turned on the tv or the radio that morning. My visiting teacher called to tell me they could not come and that I better turn on my t.v. - You know the rest!

Several years ago my husband and I took a trip to NYC and stayed in the Hilton directly across the street from Ground Zero. We were on the 14th floor and could look right down into that hole. It was heartwrenching.

tammy said...

Great post. Everyone's memories are different, but each touching. We can never forget, even if some people want to try and make us.

susette said...

I was teaching morning piano lessons when I heard the news from a mom. I stayed glued to the tv for most of the day after lessons were over.

Last night the History channel had all kinds of programs on about 9/11 and once again I was glued to the tv for hours.

Such a tragedy and always brings tears to my eyes!

Merrianne said...

i was in Arizona {newly married} and my grandma came to go to our Temple wedding {which was on the 1st} and she was leaving to fly home on the 11th. She was ON HER PLANE and we all left the airport when it HAPPENED! she was STUCK on the plane!!!!! i was so scared for her! They got everyone off the planes and so she had to stay at the airport and i could not go pick her up because noone could go into the airport and no one could go out of the airport.

so she sat there and got out a pen and paper and wrote a "journal" entry about what was happening and how she felt.

Even through all this stuff she was going through, she thought about her Posterity. She is an amazing woman. I love her.