It's September. I'll be reviewing/writing about something to do with September 11 ever morning until that date.
The morning of September 11 was a bit mundane, posting wise. I had just switched from using an FTP on a free hosting site to having my own domain and using Blogger.
At 5:40 a.m, my I was complaining about people protesting Halloween.
At 9:00 a.m., I was sitting at work, tryiing to figure out how to get Blogger to put my posts in the right order.
At 9:02, everything changed.
9:49 and the news was confusing, misleading and frightening:
The pentagon has been hit. New York city has been closed off. The White House is being evacuated. I know you know all of this already. This is so fucking frightening. I'm sitting here in a federal building and I'm getting nervous. Ok, they just said the Washington Mall is on fire. Shit.Shit.Shit.
By 12:20, things have gone from scary to surreal:
This is really eerie. The silence outside. Living so close to Kennedy Airport, the sound of planes getting ready to land is a constant drone throughout the day. And now the skies are empty except for the thin veil of smoke drifting slowly this way. I am in the twilight zone
7:41: My cousins, both firemen working the scene, make contact with the family. We have been watching the news for about nine straight hours:
We decided to go over to my mom's house and have dinner with the family. My dad is very upset about all the firemen that are unaccounted for. He knows so many of them. We finally heard from one of my cousins and we saw the other on television, so we know they are ok. Big relief. But still, it's disconcerting to think that they are in the middle of this all, digging through rubble and hoping against hope to find someone alive. Every structure around there is so unsafe right now.
And still, I am watching the news, unable to take my eyes off of it, yet also unable to put it all together in my head. I am not feeling anything now. I am numb.
10:52, details of horror come in.
By 11:08, I have had enough. I go to bed. I didn't sleep, but laid there, CNN muted on the tv, staring at horrifying graphics flashing across the screen.
That was just about a year ago. Sometimes it seems like only days, and other times it feels like another lifetime ago.
So many people say to me that nothing has changed. The world is still the same, life goes on, people get back to the business of living mundane lives.
Sometimes I will be sitting in my dad's backyard with him, just watching a ball game and having a beer, and out of nowhere dad will say, "I miss him so much."
Has your world changed? Has your life changed? Remember when you clutched your loved ones and swore to live each day to the fullest and be thankful for life and everything in it? Have you done that?