10 Years

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.

One Response to “10 Years”

  1. Kristin Rae

    Amazing it's been ten years. I know what you mean about being thankful for being in the middle of nowhere, yet we're all affected in some way.

    I was in my third week of college at 18 years old, scared out of my mind. It felt like some sort of beginning and end at the same time.

    I've been hearing a lot about Meg Cabot's post. I'll have to go check it out. Thanks for the link.