Although this is mainly a quilting blog, it is also my personal space where I try to chronicle events in my life. This is the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and I would be remiss if I didn’t spend a bit of time remembering and reflecting. Emotionally I am having a hard time watching and reading the news this week. I am happy I have this blog.

Ten years ago, I was a year into my first job out of college and living in Indianapolis. I was due to fly out to LA with some girlfriends a couple days later for a long weekend. Life was pretty carefree.

I will never forget that morning at work when my mom called me to say a plane had hit the World Trade Center in NYC. I thought it was simply an accident. I was still on the phone with her when she screamed and then said a second plane hit. At that moment our whole world changed.

I remember the entire office crowded around a tv with crappy reception. I remember seeing coworkers crying. I remember going home and watching the news with my roommate, in shock that something like this had happened during “my generation”. That all those innocent people, who had done nothing but go to work that day, had died. It was like the end of our innocence.

Ten years later I am in my 30’s. I am married. I am a mother. Knowing that I am raising my kids in a world where terrorism has been added to the list of worries for them is a tough pill to swallow. But I do have hope for them, that their generation will be honorable, strong and brave. I hope these fears won’t be a shadow over them forever. And I know we will never forget.


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    What a wonderful post you’ve written.

    We are remembering and reflecting as well. I remember the moment if the life changing horrific events late in the afternoon and watched the news in disbelieve. The whole world has changed since 9/11 2001. I hope your children will have a lovely worryfree childhood and grow up to be wonderful and strong adults.
    Take care!

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    Your writing and remembering is wonderful, especially the last paragraph.
    My dad was at Pearl Harbor when it was attacked and we would get him to talk about it from time to time, but it was painful for him. He would say the same thing as your last paragraph.
    I guess we all have events in our lives that totally change how we think and live our life. I know this one was one for me.
    Thank you.

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    Like you, I remember exactly what I was doing and actually watching on the TV the second plane fly into the tower. Horrible visions and a despicable act. So many innocents, such horror. This is one thing that I will not ever forget.

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    I wrote a big long post about what I was doing as well. But it seems so trivial to the events of that day, that I’m almost ashamed to publish it. I’m not sure ashamed is the right word. I’m afraid that people will think I’m trivializing the anguish that happened on that day. There are just no words to adequately express the collective emotion on that day.

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      I know what you are saying Jeannette. I think you should go ahead and publish it. There really are no words, but I think it helps for all of us to know we aren’t alone in thinking about what happened. **hugs**

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        Thanks, Faith. I published it. I know where you’re coming from completely. I was almost the same age (a bit older) and in the same place with my kids. Trying to explain to my 9 year old what happened is insanely hard.

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    angela says

    We too are remembering and watching and praying. It’s been painful and emotional these past few days. God bless the heroes lost on September 11th and the United States of America.

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    It is amazing how, 10 years later, this is still such a difficult thing to process, and so raw or an emotion. It still feels like a movie script…..My grandmother had died on Sept 10, 2001, so I was home from work that morning set to meet my mom to make arrangements when I watched it all unfold on t.v. I remember how, on live television, the broadcaster actually swore as the second plane hit….of course that was edited out in the many replays. None of our family could then fly in for my grandmother’s funeral as all flight traffic was essentially stopped. It was a very surreal time. Let’s pray that this never happens again, to anyone, anywhere.

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    Heather says

    Beautifully written. My children are still to young to understand what this day is but I too wrote about how I felt in hopes that when they are a bit older it will help them.

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    I am so glad you wrote this post. It was mid afternoon here when it hit the news and I remember pulling my car over and staring in disbelief at the radio. America is much in my thoughts today.

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    Roxanna says

    I have been weepy all weekend. I did not even know what a world trade center was until that day. I had been so busy raising my children and returning to college to get my education degree, that most of the current events of the then world just swirled around me. I was escorting my second graders to lunch at 11:00 am before I knew we were under attack. I was told by a maintainence man in my building. Then shortly after that, parents began to come to school to get there kids. As a teaching staff, we were all in shock and disbelief. Many colleagues had relations in NYC. I had family in the DC area. I teach 5th graders now. These children sitting in front of me were born that year, or shortly afterward. They only have the TV to show them what we lived through. My grandmother died shortly afterward, and her funeral was only attended by folks who could drive to the church. Thanks for letting me blog and remember with you all.

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    A very thoughtful and well-written post. I remembering exactly where I was and what I was doing when we heard the news. I think about my grandchildren growing up in this world, as you said, where terrorism has been added to the list. My heart is sad. Being at church this morning helped as we had a time of reflection, and then were challenged to go out into the “world” and make a connection. Sometimes your world is only as large as the person next door…

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    Bev says

    That day is still fresh in my mind after all this time. God bless all those innocent people that died that day. We were in Ireland at that time, and when we went to check into our hotel, the clerk said “Oh it’s desperate Sir”. We were stunned at what happened, and so very sad for America. God bless America!

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    barbara says

    i will never forget where i was when i heard the news because my husband was on the 73rd floor of tower 1 when the plane hit that building. it seemed like forever until i heard from him and hours and hours more until he found his way across manhattan and to the ferry to staten island and then home to new jersey. when my son heard the news that morning he called to say he was leaving his job to go look for his father. i hadn’t heard from my husband yet, and yelled at my son to go home because if i had lost my husband i refused to lose my son.
    i went home and just waited. soon after my husband called me, the city lost all phone service and i lost contact with both my husband and my son, both in manhattan.

    when my husband made it home, the only way to describe it is to say he was stunned. when he ran down the street with the debris chasing after him, thinking he would die, a stranger pulled him into the lobby of a building and probably saved his life.

    we don’t know who he is, but we say “thank you”.

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    I caught the end of a radio news report on my way to work. I thought it was a bomb. When I got to work I picked up the newspaper, saw the front page and stood there in in stunned silence – I could not believe that anyone could do such a thing! That evening I sat glued to my TV screen.

    You’re right – even though I was already in my forties and a mother – it was the end of an age of innocence! I concur with your hope that future generations will be strong, honorable and brave.

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    Pam says

    On 9/10 I ordered a bunch of red, white and blue fabric from one of my favorite fabric stores. A few days after 9/11, my husband, who made it home safely from the city, lost his job because one of the restaurants he worked for was destroyed in the explosion. I called the fabric store to cancel my order as I felt that I wouldn’t be able to pay for it. The store refused my request. Instead, they just gave me the fabric.

    10 years later, my niece is in the military. When she goes overseas, she will take the quilt I made for her with all those red, white and blue fabrics.

    Take care of each other.

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    Kara says

    What a beautiful post, thank you for writing it. I remember being at work, seeing a little link on yahoo news that said a plane had hit WTC. I clicked it and it just hung there…. and hung and hung and finally crashed. So I tried again. Then my phone rang and it was you saying I had to get down to your department to see what was happening. So I ran down there, and I remember watching it all unfold in front of that little tv. I remember wondering how the towers had withstood the crashes and was amazed they were still standing, and then the new wave of despair and horror when they finally did come down. I remember being glued to the TV that night with you, too, and hearing that citizens from 160 countries perished in the attacks, and not even being sure I could name 160 countries. It is still hard to process, and yesterday was just as hard as 10 years ago, but in a different way because of the different perspective of seeing what people have dealt with in the time since – survivors guilt, painful injuries (physical and emotional), children who never knew their parents, people dealing with the loss of their loved ones, etc.

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