Friday, September 2, 2011

Remembering 9/11

Ten years ago, while living and working in New York City, six months before first meeting Daniel and four days after my thirtieth birthday, I thought the world was going to end.

Or, at least that's how it felt.

I know that this sounds dramatic. But, I was there that dreadful day in New York City when the famous Twin Towers came crashing down and my home city was up in smoke and in mayhem. I was there praying for friends, family and strangers to be safe and helping others to grasp and move on.

At the time of the 9/11 tragedy I had just approached a new decade in life, still being single and feeling as if the world around me was crumbling, literally in the case of the iconic Twin Towers, and figuratively, trying to determine what would come next for me in life.

I know, without question, that what I experienced pales in comparison to what others suffered on that dark, dreary and deadly day under the open morning sky, and that there will be suffering for many for years to come.

It's hard not get choked up or get a lump in my throat remembering that time when the streets of my home city were flooded with candles, flowers and countless posters of faces staring back at me of the missing people in desperate need of being found.

Now, ten years later, as I enter a new decade, I remind myself of how truly blessed and thankful I am. I am also incredibly appreciative to not only breathe air but to have found love, grow life and develop a family of my own.

It's just a hard time of year, not only as I usher in a new birthday, with this one being a milestone, but with it comes a heavy heart and constant reminder of the pain and suffering my city, our nation, and the world experienced, and wish for peace.

I know the day will come, years from now, when Sarah will be old enough to learn about what happened on 9/11. While I know that that conversation will be an extremely difficult one to tell, I fully intend to share with her my experiences and powerful lessons that came from that life-altering day.

The biggest lesson of all that I intend to share with her is to not take for granted the life we have been given and what we can do with it. It's not to say that we can't feel sad or upset. But, this experience of 9/11 is a reminder to take stock of what we do have, family, friends and loved ones, rather than assets and materials things. Instead, it's a time to reinforce the importance of surrounding ourselves with people to love and be loved by and to take each day as a gift and get as much life out of it as we possibly can.

In memory of the thousands of lives lost, and other lives impacted by 9/11, I want to share the following Haiku poems.

Remembering you
You'll never be forgotten
Your memory lives on

My heart is open
Thinking about all of you
Now in place of peace

Breathing in the air
How precious and valuable
Need to live life fully

The lesson in life
Live each day to the fullest
Precious and thankful

2 comments:

  1. Caren- thanks for sharing. Everyone has their own memory of 9/11 and every story is unique, including yours.

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  2. Thanks Rosanne for following my blog and sharing your appreciation. It means a great deal.

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