September 11, 2009

I Could Never Forget

It was a beautiful, sunny day. I was four months pregnant and beaming. My first grade students were finishing up their work before it was time to go to gym class. I was standing behind my desk, which faced the hallway windows and door to my classroom. Suddenly, I saw my husband and the expression on his face instantly made my heart sink. The only other time he had visited my classroom this early in the day was when his father suddenly became ill and passed away within a month.

He came into my classroom and my students beamed, "Hi Chuck!" He said hello and quickly walked up to my desk. He leaned in and whispered, "Terrorists just crashed a plane into one of the twin towers". I remember how my face felt when he said those words. After my students left for gym class, we turned the television on in my classroom and watched in horror as we heard that a second plane had crashed. What the hell was going on? I remember having my blue cropped sleeved maternity shirt on and rubbing the bump that protruded from my body thinking, "What kind of world am I getting ready to bring my child into?"

The school came together as the director told the children what had happened. It was hard to stay calm for them. It was hard not to cry about the terrors that were taking place. One of my student's fathers worked in the Twin Towers. My heart sunk. Thankfully, his father had come into town and he decided not to go into work that day. What a weird coincidence, but then again, I don't believe in coincidences. That was a true miracle.

I remember going home to my empty house that afternoon and taking candles out onto my front porch and lighting them, keeping them burning for the victims as silent prayers. We were all victims that day.

I could never forget what happened to so many on that day. Every year, when September comes around and the 11Th comes closer, and then the thought pops in my head, "This week is 9-11" my heart sinks. I try to remember that today and every day of life is a blessing. I try to remember that this is a day of birthdays and anniversaries and happy memories. But still, I can never forget.
God bless America! I love my country, I have always supported this war and our troops, and I could care less if I have to stand in line for an extra hour in the airports before a trip. I still have my freedom, but I can never forget.
The little bump that was inside of me is three days shy of being 7 1/2 years old. She can't forget, because it is all she has ever known. And to those of you who lost someone on that tragic day, or knew or were a hero to all of those victims in need, my prayers are always with you. Just like that candle, endlessly burning on my front porch. A forever prayer for Peace.


Alison Gibbs said...

It is day that everyone world wide remembers and our thoughts and hearts go out to those we lost and their family members.

{oc cottage} said...

GREAT post! I agree 100%! God Bless America!

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Bryanna Lenan said...

I, too, remember it well. I was a flight attendant for 20 years for United. I was on my way to work, I was based in Paris and I was on a commuting flight to Paris. A fellow flight attendant approached me at my seat and asked me to come into the cockpit. As the captain went over the details my heart just sunk. Even though I flew for several years after 9/11 it was never the same. I lost friends and family that day. Many. GOD BLESS!

Kathy said...

Oh Rhonda~
What a beautiful post. I read every word you write and cant wait to read the next. You have a true gift..and this was no exception. I agree with every word.

Carolyn said...

Wonderful post Rhonda ..
We all remember what we were doing on that very sad day .
I do pray for peace soon .

Brenda Irwin said...

Well said Rhonda, I agree. God Bless America.

Terri Gordon said...

Rhonda, that was the most beautiful post I have ever read, you did such a great job. I agree with everything you stated. I did not know anyone personally, but you know I had a lot of sleepless nights, five days after that I was sending my first born son off to college in another state, I was so worried. It took me along time to feel normal again. I will also remember. Thanks for such a beautiful tribute. Hugs, Terri