I don't remember many details from that day. I know like most of the country I watched the news coverage almost non-stop for days. I remember watching Tom Brokaw cry. I remember eating ice cream at Katie's house watching the coverage. I remember watching Rudy Giuliani speak, the President speak, World Leaders speak.
The next day I went to the cookie shop, where I was supposed to be working. The streets were silent. The owner had hung large American Flags over the windows and the shop was illuminated in a somber Blue and Red light. It was so quiet. And I remember that night, after going into Portland, there was a vigil at my neighbor's house whose son had died in the attack at the Pentagon. I didn't know the neighbor, had never met her son, but I went, and stood quietly, watching and thinking.
When I think back, about my own experience, I remember being glued to the tv, watching and waiting. I think I was waiting for answers that to this day I don't think I've ever gotten. How can anyone justify the loss of that many innocent lives? Where does that mindset come from? I still don't understand, I'm not sure I ever will.
Today I am remembering the innocent and the heroes of September 11, 2001.
This song always reminds me of 9/11 and this video was haunting