. . .which brings back the helplessness that I felt on that day. I had a day of shopping planned, which seems so frivolous now, and called my friend MaryAlice to chat. She told me to turn on the tv because she thought the malls would be closed. "Why in the world would the mall be closed on a Wednesday?" I remember thinking, and then there it was, on the screen, smoke billowing out of the North Tower, people hanging out of windows desperate to be saved, others jumping out from 90 story windows to certain death.
And my total shock and instant feeling of helplessness. There I was in Ohio, minutes before upset that I couldn't spend the day shopping, and now the woman on the tv is saying something about the tower collapsing. And another plane flying into the Pentagon and another downed in Virginia. This is really happening and I am watching it happen. The other towers topple, people are covered in ash, struggling for breath. First responders are trapped, most likely dead. Did a plane really fly into the World Trade Center? Yes, it did, there it is on the tv, along with a picture of a huge hole in the Pentagon.
I felt that same sadness today as I looked at photos of the plane flying into the tower. Of people looking at conspiracy to explain the unexplainable. Of people holding photographs of loved ones lost in the attacks.
So really, I don't know what to say because it all seems trivial and words are failing me. But to say nothing is to ignore those that lost their lives. We must never forget.