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Remembering

9-11

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Originally posted Sept. 11, 2006

5 years ago today I was sleeping soundly in my bed at college. It was a day that I didn't have morning classes and like any college kid would I decided to sleep in. The phone abruptly rang and I fumbled around to pick it up.  My dad was on the other end. "Hi, Honey. I just wanted you to know that I'm alright".  His voice was calm and in my waking cloudiness I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. He was surprised I didn't know yet.  

"A plane just hit the world trade".  Of course when you hear something like that you're never really thinking of the worse case scenario. I imagined a small propeller plane manned by a novice pilot who got lost on his way out of Teterboro. Never in my wildest nightmares did I think of this. I jumped out of bed with my phone in hand and flipped on the TV. There it was – a smoking tower. I was on the phone with my dad just as the second plane struck. I could tell he was just as shocked as I was, but trying to hold his calm. 

My father should have been at work that day on the 98th floor of Tower Two, but because I needed my car at school he took the day off to get it serviced. I stayed on the phone with him as we watched in horror as the towers fell. I was devastated.

I was an Resident Assistant that year and had to pull myself together to be a support for the students on my hall.  Sure enough the doors of other dorm rooms were flung open as TV sets came alive with the scene. A girl whose HS was in the neighborhood began crying; another had yet to hear from her own dad, someones uncle was on the plane. 

I went to Boston College which was heavily struck by this tragedy. There were numerous family and faculty members on those flights. We held a prayer service. We had a mourning wall. We had no idea who Bin Ladin was but were learning more about this man whose name is now synonymous with terror.

It's a day like today that makes me think.

I think of all those who passed. I think of all those who still need healing. I think of the heroes. I think of all the people in our world and hope that we never, ever, have to witness a tragedy such as this on any soil.

I think of my knitting. Of the calm it has given me in times of stress. Of the excitement it has given me in moments of inspiration. It has given me such joy.  A co-worker of mine came across this article that was written int the National Catholic Reporter called "Knitting Ourselves Together."  It speaks of the bonds knitting has created in the here and now, across seas and across time. A strong connection we have when connections are so easily broken.

Thinking of you all on this day.  
M

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