Tuesday, September 11, 2012


This is a weird day for me, as I’m sure it is for most of us. I had planned on posting something chipper, lighthearted and silly….and then I remembered.

There are bells chiming all around me as I type this. The air outside is mild, crisp, calm and still. Another year has passed, but from the weather you’d think, again, that it was the exact same day. That’s a hard thing to explain to someone who wasn’t in New York City on September 11, 2001 because the weather, at least for me who spent that whole day outside, walking the streets of Manhattan aimlessly, homelessly, in a mild state of shock, is sense memory that can’t be turned off like a song on the radio or a smell in the air. Even when a day with air and sky just like this falls in May, June or October, I still never fail to notice it’s “September 11th weather”. If you were here, you know what I mean.  

Anyway, I’m searching for words and there’s not much more I can say today. If you want to read about my day 11 years ago, you can revisit this post:

In the meantime, just make sure you tell the people you love how much they mean to you today. The thing about September 11th that strikes me the most is that the people who loved all 2,996 people who lost their lives that day let them leave that morning never knowing that would be the last time they’d say goodbye. How many of them were fighting? How many took for granted they’d have the chance later to make it up to them? How many were in a rush and forgot to kiss their babies, their moms or their dogs? Do it. You just never know.



Sami said...

Another amazing description of that day. You are an absolute doll xoxo

noreenmarie said...

It's so true, what you say about the weather. Every year, every September 11th, I always wonder "Will we have weather like we did that day?" and today, we do.
Love you. xoxo

Reese said...

My story is a little different. My dad was in the Army and we were stationed in Germany. I was in the 9th grade and we wound up being locked down on post until about 9:00 p.m. that night. My parents were frantic by the time they got to me.

Then we went home and waited. We knew it wouldn't be long until that phone rang. And it did. I didn't lose anyone in the September 11th attacks. My loss came in the years afterwards. As my family, and friends and fiance all went off to fight for this country.

May we never forget.



Niki Caron said...

I just read your story and I have chills. I couldn't imagine being there. I was smack in the middle of Boston at my 2nd day of work and we were terrified that they were going to do the same thing to the Prudential Center. My Dad was in DC that day - turns out in the Capital and NOT the Pentagon thank God - but I couldn't get in touch with him all day. It was the most terrifying experience of my life.

undomestic chica said...

I just read your story...and now I'm crying. I cannot even start to understand what that must have been like for you. I'm so glad that you ended up being safe although I'm sure it's still a lot to deal with psychologically. Thanks for sharing your story.

Elaine said...

Thanks for re-posting your story. I was thinking about you this morning on my way to work as the radio station was running their 9/11 clip. I know I don't post often enough, but I love ya, chickie.

Ashley {hudson's happenings} said...

I really just had to pull myself together after reading your story. I was so shocked to know that you were there. I meant to post something this year on my blog about my "experience" of 9/11 (one day I'd like Hudson to know my point of view on the most devastating day in my lifetime)...but just like every year since then, I can't seem to find the right words to express what I felt that day, and how I changed afterwards. :(

I know it must be hard being there on this day. Love you lots. Big hugs.

Skye said...

I remember your post from last yr- a great one for sure - and I think we will all always remember 9/11 sadly. You want to forget in a sense, but you never want to forget really. Sad day. Shitty sad day.

Sadie Dear said...

I just can't imagine. I was in Alabama and it traumatized me for a long time, and I cried and cried about it. I just can't even imagine it. I still cry every September 11, but it can't even touch the way you must feel about it.

Brooke said...

Amen. You just never know, and I love this post that brings together so many thoughts I read about that day.

P.S. Just found your blog, and don't worry, I already read your botox post twice. That's crazy! And it's good to hear a success story about it, and not just random weird crap!

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