Ten years on, how we remember
I was 17 years old and was using the internet on our TV, when my Mum rushed in and told me to turn on the news because something had happened in America. The clearest thing I remember is seeing the second plane hit and thinking "wow, that looks just like a movie." It took a long while of watching the news footage before I was able to process what was happening and just how devastating it was.
When we were in America this time last year, Anthony and I visited Ground Zero. I'm currently using the postcard I bought there as a bookmark. It shows that area of New York some time before, all apricot and smokey and the Twin Towers in the middle of it all.
The healing is on-going, but it's happening. That's what I saw when I was at Ground Zero and explored the visitors' centre. I also wish that we hadn't left the open wounds and scars over seas afterwards.
To all those affected, I cannot possibly comprehend the depths of what you have been through. I wish you peace and well-being and so many good thoughts and prayers. It's small, but it's all I've got. I wish I could do more.