I don’t pretend to understand how New Yorkers felt, or those with loved ones there on that day.
All I know was my life, my world. Balancing my first born, then seven months, on my hip, tears rolling off my face. I stood in my empty town house, splat middle of Iowa, hours away from closest family, and watched the towers fall. Helpless, stunned, heart-broken for my fellow Americans. Yet never more thankful to be in the middle of nowhere with my babe.
I give you Meg Cabot’s Post on 9-11-01. Much closer. Mere blocks. She says it with such grace and hope.
Worth making it to the end.