As I looked at my facebook page throughout the day, I noticed many status updates focusing on what people remembered from this date eight years ago.I, too, am able to recount where I was eight years ago on that dreadful morning–at a new teacher’s conference to be exact–but my thoughts quickly moved on to another topic. September 12th and all the days after.
How is my life different as a result of 9/11? Not just longer airport lines and things that are out of my control, but how am I living any differently?
When 9/11 happened, I was only 22, newly engaged and working as a new teacher. I didn’t have too many problems, so-to-speak. This September 11, I’m looking back over a really lousy week as a mother of three and wife and evaluating many aspects of my life. The meaning of 9/11 is hitting me harder now, possibly, than it did eight years ago.
Eight years ago, a husband didn’t come home. A mother didn’t get to tuck her kids into bed. A girlfriend didn’t get to experience her wedding night. A father-to-be didn’t see the birth of his son.
As I thought about September 11th, I didn’t think about the on-going political implications of the tragedy or anything other than how I was living my life. By the grace of God, I am here to write this blog today and share it with anyone that God also chose to grant another day, and, yet, today could be my last.
Even as I had these thoughts, I continued to figure out how I would win the argument that I would inevitably have at the end of the night. Honestly, I still don’t feel any better, but I want to. I want to fully embrace the idea that today could be my last day.
On September 11, 2001, I don’t know if the mother possibly had to hold back tears as she dropped off her smart-aleck teenager at school. I don’t know if the soon-to-be-Daddy sighed thinking about his crabby wife with swollen feet and all the complaints she’d have for him when he’d walk through the door that evening. But I do know they would each squeeze their loved one a lot harder and a lot longer if they knew it would be their last embrace.
It’s easy for me to remember 9/11. Unfortunately, it’s also easy for me to forget.
Jennifer Vignola Davis 
I remember we were at the new teacher training when it happened. We went back to my apartment to watch the news before heading back to LHS to go on lockdown.
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What a dreadful day it was. I truly cannot imagine being able to get through one day without God. I think of the families left behind-the parents, children, spouses, etc.
Even though 8 years have passed, it must seem like yesterday for them. Hope we never
experience anything like 9/11 again.
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