Saturday, September 09, 2006

Remembering With You

Two days away from the 5th Anniversary. And along with my American friends I remember with you. Oh, so clearly, I remember.

I had just sent the kids off to school. 'K' was in grade 6, 'J' in grade 4 and 'T' just in grade 2. Beloved hubby called from work to say everybody was watching something on T.V. that had happened in the States. Some sort of huge accident. He wasn't watching because he was getting ready to go on appointments but he told me to turn on the T.V. Not really knowing what to expect, I got the dayhome kids settled, playing, off in another room, and turned on the T.V. I couldn't at first comprehend what I was seeing. Then listening, I found out a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I remember, having to sit down, and I immediately felt prayers rising up in my heart for the people in the building.

Then as I watched, the horror of seeing another plane hit, overwhelmed me. I immediately phoned my hubby to let him know. We stayed on the phone for awhile in disbelief, till he finally had to go. Then a kind of panic set in, and I felt like running to the school to pick up my children. Like now, immediately, not waiting till after school, to hold them, and to hug them and to get them by my side.

I continued to watch in tears, as the Pentagon news came, then the Pennsylvania news, then the collapsing of the towers. Checking on the kids continuously, the morning became almost surreal. Making it a movie day, I put on a movie for the kids in another room, got them treats and drinks, and kept the vigil by the T.V. , praying for those involved.

But another memory that really stands out to me from that day, with a Canadian touch, was the way the people from the east coast, from a town I can't even remember the name of, made room in their airport to take in all the planes that were immediately ordered down over North American airspace. And they made room in their homes to house the 1000's of people from all over the world, who were on these planes. A community taking strangers into their personal space, showing love and giving of themselves in a time of need. **Update**: Pamela from The Dust Will Wait has told me the name of the town was Gander, Newfoundland. A small town, not a huge city, with a population of only 10,339 in 1991, opened up their arms and took in between 8,500 - 10, 500 passengers from 39 - 53 aircraft. (Depends on the account you read. Anywhich way it's alot of people and a lot of planes). You can read more here and here.

As we come upon the 5th Anniversary, I remember. The horror, the victims, the heroes and the families that today are remembering their loved one(s). And I pray again, for my friends south of the border.




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A beautiful tribute in art to 911 is at this site .

Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer is hosting a 911 Memories page where you can add your name to the link if you've made a post on remembering 911.

18 comments:

Glass Half Full said...

I have been touched reading each story...different...but yet the same.

Barb said...

Every story brings that morning back in technicolor. I've said a lot of prayers over 9/11 but my most fervent prayer is that we never ever forget that our world completely changed that day. We'll never feel completely safe just because we're Americans again.

The Imperfect Christian said...

What a beautiful post. I've been coming across these types of posts throughout the course of my Internet surfing and they are so touching. Thank you for these words. As long as we remember, the lives lost live on.

Pamela said...

Gander, Newfoundland

I remember that now, too

Just leaving a calling card as I travel through everyone's memories

Janice (5 Minutes for Mom) said...

every story I read sends chills through me...

what a powerful image you included!

Dianne said...

Thanks for the reminder. I do remember that town in Canada opening their arms to their American neighbors at that time. It's amazing, through such a tragedy, how our minds can focus on the good.

PastorMac's Ann said...

Thank you friend.

Beck said...

A beautiful post, Suzanne. I remember watching horrified, too - it was an awful day.

Melanie said...

Susanne-
Thank you. It is so heartwarming to know other people in other countries felt what we felt that day. And I had never heard the story about the small town. Thanks for sharing!!

Pamela said...

Susanne, that was so touching, and it is ice to remember how the Nation drew closer that day; opened their private homes up for strangers.

Sadly, it is also my sweet hubby's b-day and it will never be the same. Thanks for the touching post. :)

Carol said...

I never really paid a lot of attention to what the rest of the world did in response to the event. I was so focused on what was happening here at home. Typial American, huh?

I'm amazed at how those people took in the passengers. Wow.

Kate said...

So moving - so true to the heart. Thank you for sharing such an emotional tribute with us.

momrn2 said...

I wondered what people in other countries thought of the tragedy. Thanks for sharing this! It means so very much!!

Lori said...

Everyone remembers exactly what they were doing that fateful day. We were sitting in a doctor's office waiting room watching the TV in absolute horror.

Praying~

Shalee said...

I never knew that about the Canadian town. To be honest, I never even thought about what happened to the grounded planes and the people that were on them. God has opened my eyes to even more goodness that is prevalent if I will just see it.

Thank you for sharing the details and thoughts of your day.

Haggie said...

its so nice to see other countries felt the same way we did, and wept with us. **hugss** to our northern neighbors!

cityfarmer said...

We will always remember...as in every day and every evening news.

Tammy said...

I'm just now reading this...so glad I did. Thank you for sharing your memories from a Canadian perspective...it is comforting to know our neighbors cried with us.
Your post was so touching and well-worded, Susanne. (hugs)