Taking Time to Remember: Sept 11th, 2001

This day will never, will never be forgotten....

I remember getting out of bed around 10:30AM on September 11th, 2001. Christian and I had moved to MN in June and we had recently returned from our Europe trip. We both worked evenings, so quite often we'd sleep in. So it was a typical morning for us. We got up. Ate breakfast. We didn't turn on the radio or TV so we had no clue what was going on.

Around 11:30 AM my mother called and started talking about the attacks like I knew what was going on. I quickly got off the phone with her, screamed for Christian and ran to the TV. He and I sat there all afternoon watching the tragedy unfold. I remember this surreal feeling that this couldn't be happening to us. What was our world going to be like from now on?

I had to go to work at the MOA later that evening and I remember thinking "Am I safe?" There was talks of the MOA being closed, but we stayed open and it was a ghost town.

I remember being glued to the TV for about two weeks straight and then finally I had to turn it off. The depression and sadness was too much to bear anymore.

Life started to move forward again, but things were very, very different. Seven years have passed and I'm so grateful another attack has not occurred like Sept 11th, but let's never forget the victims, sacrifice and valor on that day.

God Bless America!