The tenth anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attack is this coming Sunday.I don't think I can take it.
So I'm hoping that writing about it can help me get through this.
Yes, I remember 9/11. My husband woke me up, and said he had been called into work because "a plane crashed into the World Towers."
I got up immediately and turned on CNN. And watched as the second plane hit the second tower.
And yes, the world changed at that moment.I never looked at a jet the same way again.
I spoke to more relatives in the next couple of weeks than I had in years.
My husband's job was suddenly much more important and his opinion a lot more valued.
I kept expecting 9/11 to happen again. And again. And again.
Our nation's innocence, if it can be called that, was taken away.And I don't want to re-live it. I don't want to go over it again. I don't want to see the towers crash. I don't want to see the people running away, and jumping out the windows to their death, and the first responders racing in.
I don't think I'm a bad person. I just don't want to see it all again. I don't want to feel that pain - and that fear - and that pain.
