…those who were taken away from us on September 11, 2001. I still remember that day as if it were last week. I had barely visited NYC two months earlier and fell in love with the city. I couldn’t believe what happened when my husband woke me up that morning. I drove into work, eager, because I knew it would be crazy in the newsroom. I wanted to help. As I made my way through traffic, my mouth dropped open upon hearing the news of the towers falling, one after another. By the time I got to the parking lot, my face was covered in tears. Patrick picked the kids up from school. It was madness in the newsroom, every TV tuned to a different channel, no one sat at their desk. New information came in by the minute. Unbelievable. I went with my co-workers for a walk, just to get fresh air, and the streets were empty. Such an eerie feeling. I could only imagine the horrors of what people were going through in NYC, the Pentagon and Shanksville.
I came home from work and Patrick told me how he stopped at Circle K and some people confronted him because of the red, yellow and green reggae tam he wore. I’ve never seen him so shaken up. He felt uncomfortable after that and didn’t wear his reggae tam for a while, even though it was from Jamaica and he is Mexican-American! That night we put lit candles on our doorstep and stood outside. A few other neighbors did the same. We all acknowledged each other and took a deep breath, wondering what the next day would bring.
One of the ways I coped was by making this little collage while watching the news. I don’t think we even went to sleep, we were glued to the TV all night. I didn’t realize it then, but now I see this collage like a little vision board, hoping and praying for healing.
Today I’m departing to Kansas for the National Contemporary Ceramics Studio Association Convention. My boss offered to fly me out yesterday, wondering if I would feel uneasy about being in an airplane on the 9/11 anniversary. At first I accepted, but then I changed my mind. I don’t want to give in. I’m going to get on that plane and not let fear rule. When a tragedy happens, we have to push forward, be the positive change, be the example. We should never, ever let anyone take away our hope for a better future.
God bless today. Sending lots of love and light out.