9/11- i remember
9/11/01
Its been 8 years since that fateful day that changed my life along with countless others and our country forever. I remember being in AP Euro with Mr. Pearly, taking notes on some ancient european history lesson. Mr. Glad walks in and talks quietly to pearly. Mr. Pearly stops us and tells us that a two planes have hit the world trade towers in NYC and turns on the TV. We watched until class ended. I remember the only class and place i went that day without the TV on was chemistry. Mrs. Derose had family in NYC and she couldn't watch, she chose to teach instead...but i doubt any of us really paid attention. I came home from school that day and my father had called worried about my mom and i, being from the islands he had know idea how far away from the city we actually were.
That weekend my mom, her friend Terry and I went to cape cod, it was a beautiful sept weekend on the cape blue skys, yet it was eerie. The sky was too still, too quiet. Every time a plane flew by it was a military plane. An eerie, calm...
I remember going to the city with caroline and her mom...our cells wouldn't work since the towers had been a key point in transmittion of the cell signals. I remember going down to ground zero... the sights, the sounds, the smells burned forever in my memory. The fence around the rubble with flowers, prayers and missing person signs. Thousands of them, crammed in the fence, people still looking for their mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, friends, relatives...hoping beyond hope that they may still be alive. The smell of dust and burning materials and flesh still flooded the site, even though it had been weeks since the tragedy.
I remember christmas in stanford, so many of my cousins classmates lost fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles. Christmas mass was full of tears and extremely somber. The mood had shifted from the normal happy christmas mass to something that was somber and heavy.
so for those who still check LJ, you may wonder y i bothered to write this... i did because on the west coast its just another day. 9/11 here doesn't mean the same as it does back home. It was a shock to me last year wihen i was at orientation and not partaking in a moment of silence through out the day. It felt so wrong, but it doesn't carry the same weight, heaviness and meaning here. I rushed home last year to watch the memorial services and say a few prayers for the people affected by it. To some people 9/11 will just be another day... but to me it will never be
Its been 8 years since that fateful day that changed my life along with countless others and our country forever. I remember being in AP Euro with Mr. Pearly, taking notes on some ancient european history lesson. Mr. Glad walks in and talks quietly to pearly. Mr. Pearly stops us and tells us that a two planes have hit the world trade towers in NYC and turns on the TV. We watched until class ended. I remember the only class and place i went that day without the TV on was chemistry. Mrs. Derose had family in NYC and she couldn't watch, she chose to teach instead...but i doubt any of us really paid attention. I came home from school that day and my father had called worried about my mom and i, being from the islands he had know idea how far away from the city we actually were.
That weekend my mom, her friend Terry and I went to cape cod, it was a beautiful sept weekend on the cape blue skys, yet it was eerie. The sky was too still, too quiet. Every time a plane flew by it was a military plane. An eerie, calm...
I remember going to the city with caroline and her mom...our cells wouldn't work since the towers had been a key point in transmittion of the cell signals. I remember going down to ground zero... the sights, the sounds, the smells burned forever in my memory. The fence around the rubble with flowers, prayers and missing person signs. Thousands of them, crammed in the fence, people still looking for their mothers, fathers, daughters, sons, friends, relatives...hoping beyond hope that they may still be alive. The smell of dust and burning materials and flesh still flooded the site, even though it had been weeks since the tragedy.
I remember christmas in stanford, so many of my cousins classmates lost fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles. Christmas mass was full of tears and extremely somber. The mood had shifted from the normal happy christmas mass to something that was somber and heavy.
so for those who still check LJ, you may wonder y i bothered to write this... i did because on the west coast its just another day. 9/11 here doesn't mean the same as it does back home. It was a shock to me last year wihen i was at orientation and not partaking in a moment of silence through out the day. It felt so wrong, but it doesn't carry the same weight, heaviness and meaning here. I rushed home last year to watch the memorial services and say a few prayers for the people affected by it. To some people 9/11 will just be another day... but to me it will never be