5 years...
A moment of silence was given in class today...
It has been 5 years since the September 11th attacks... It seems unbelievable how much my life and the nation has changed... I can remember walking towards the B lot after class and someone had called me and told me about the attacks... I couldn't believe it but didn't think much of it until I cam home, turned on the tv, and saw the horrific vision of the planes hitting the towers... I watched with tears streaming down my face of this loss of life.. this almost incomprehensible act... I wonder why people have to die... That act has not seriously impacted my life besides whenever I go on airplanes.. But I sit here hoping my parents have a safe trip home after they came to West Virginia for my white coat ceremony... I sit and pray that they will come home safe and sound... I can not imagine my life without them... What would I ever do if they were not in my life... What is the meaning of strength? Is it to continue to go on when the world seems to fall around you? My mom went through so much grief when my grandmother died... For the living must bear the burden of living when others have died... Why must one person die when others are allowed to keep living...
I read this article here: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14777112/
It was about a mother's struggle to understand 9/11 and her son's killer (one of the hijackers on the plane that hit the first tower) by "analyzed every official report, every word of testimony, every scrap of international intelligence and every oddball conspiracy theory she could unearth about the horrors of Sept. 11, 2001." And what was her conclusion... that in her quest what saddened her most about her strange and fruitless journey to the killer's home where truth could not be found was...
"No one had asked me about Josh [her son]."
A well of emotion bubbles inside and flows out... I try to hold back tears that sometimes will never end... It reminds me of my grandmother's death... Unexpected, unplanned... I fear that as time passes I will remember less of her.. She will always hold a place in my heart.. But my husband.. my children will not have had a chance to meet that wonderful woman... I pray for her to watch over me and our family... But with every function that occurs, and special event that she is not there... It hurts... *sigh* It seems more real that I am in pharmacy school.. I had a white coat ceremony... My parents came and met my dorm floor and roomie... Now they are on their way home and I pray for their safe return... I can't imagine my life without them...
It has been 5 years since the September 11th attacks... It seems unbelievable how much my life and the nation has changed... I can remember walking towards the B lot after class and someone had called me and told me about the attacks... I couldn't believe it but didn't think much of it until I cam home, turned on the tv, and saw the horrific vision of the planes hitting the towers... I watched with tears streaming down my face of this loss of life.. this almost incomprehensible act... I wonder why people have to die... That act has not seriously impacted my life besides whenever I go on airplanes.. But I sit here hoping my parents have a safe trip home after they came to West Virginia for my white coat ceremony... I sit and pray that they will come home safe and sound... I can not imagine my life without them... What would I ever do if they were not in my life... What is the meaning of strength? Is it to continue to go on when the world seems to fall around you? My mom went through so much grief when my grandmother died... For the living must bear the burden of living when others have died... Why must one person die when others are allowed to keep living...
I read this article here: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14777112/
It was about a mother's struggle to understand 9/11 and her son's killer (one of the hijackers on the plane that hit the first tower) by "analyzed every official report, every word of testimony, every scrap of international intelligence and every oddball conspiracy theory she could unearth about the horrors of Sept. 11, 2001." And what was her conclusion... that in her quest what saddened her most about her strange and fruitless journey to the killer's home where truth could not be found was...
"No one had asked me about Josh [her son]."
A well of emotion bubbles inside and flows out... I try to hold back tears that sometimes will never end... It reminds me of my grandmother's death... Unexpected, unplanned... I fear that as time passes I will remember less of her.. She will always hold a place in my heart.. But my husband.. my children will not have had a chance to meet that wonderful woman... I pray for her to watch over me and our family... But with every function that occurs, and special event that she is not there... It hurts... *sigh* It seems more real that I am in pharmacy school.. I had a white coat ceremony... My parents came and met my dorm floor and roomie... Now they are on their way home and I pray for their safe return... I can't imagine my life without them...