In Memorium: September 11, 2001
This video captures my thoughts and feelings on that day.
(in case there’s a problem this video is at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvj6zdWLUuk)
On my way to work, I heard on the radio that a plane had hit the tower. I logged into CNN. I read the headline and then got booted out.
And I couldn’t get back in. Not any news site. Not anywhere.
My boss came in about an hour later and gave me the latest news. She asked me to go buy a television so we could watch the news all day. And that’s what we did. We sat around a 15 inch television in the reception area and watched the news – on every channel, both Canadian and American.
In Calgary, some of us volunteered to put up American travellers stranded in Calgary. Some of us attended prayer vigils. Some of us prayed at home.
I was glued to the television. I watched all day and all evening. I even slept on the sofa bed in the living room so that I fell asleep with CNN and woke with it too.
I cried when the American Congress and Senate representatives stood on the Capital Hill stairs and sang.
I was shocked by some people’s behavior. And moved by others. And I cried.
In May of 2003 I went to New York. On the two-tiered bus tour, the guide told us that we were approaching a rescue operation and we were expected to be silent and remain in our seats. No pictures were to be taken.
We didn’t. But I cried
The next day, I went to the platform and looked at the site. I walked around the church next to the platformt. I cried at all the caps, badges, emblems and flags on the fence. I marvelled that the church hadn’t been damaged, given the desecration across the street. And I cried.
I looked at the flyers of missing people and shivered at the depth of the hole on Broadway. And I cried.
I haven’t been able to watch any of the movies and very few of the documentaries. It’s all just too painful. Occasionally I watch a bit of the memorial services, but not often. Because I cry.
Everytime I think of the survivors, families and friends; everytime I think of the horror…I cry.
This was an American tragedy. But it was a global loss. We hurt and we prayed and we cried.
A lot of years have passed, but it still hurts. I don’t talkvery much about my reaction and feelings during that time. How the pain still lingers. It is a tragic reminder of man’s inhumanity to man.
And makes me wonder if we will ever learn.
God Bless, my American friends. Go in peace.