September 11 Attacks. So much Loss.
To say that the day of the September 11 Attacks was a horrific time is an understatement.
I think of my feelings and thoughts on that day and I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it.
The below is the post that I wrote on the One Year Anniversary of this terrible tragedy.
I am called to share it year after year…
This day, the anniversary of the September 11 Attacks, wakes me with a sinking feeling.
I remember the day of the September 11 Attacks clearly.
Almost as if it was yesterday.
I was just starting my day at the time of the first attack.
My neighbor and good friend had been calling me on the phone.
I thought her call was to say that her son did not need a ride to school that day… I wish that it was to say that her son did not need a ride.
She and many others had called to tell me to turn on the television. Something that I never did before school.
The news was horrific.
I felt a sense of disbelief like so many other people.
Then I felt panic.
I live 3000 miles away from Ground Zero but I had family on their way to work in the city on the day of these fateful September 11 attacks, and some already there.
I grew up in New York and it is all a very big part of my history.
As a girl, my mother would often take my grandmother, my sister and I into the city to see “a show” and explore.
We always just said “a show” as people back east don’t usually say “we are going to see a Broadway play.”
On these wonderful days, we would explore FAO Schwarz, Central Park, and anything else that was of interest.
I remember at FAO my grandmother wanted me to have a gift but I did not want her to spend the money.
Bubble bath in a fancy car container was my choice, mostly becuase it was the most inexpensive thing I could find.
I kept it for years even after it was empty, dried, and cracked.
We would eat at The Plaza, The Russian Tea Room or Tavern on the Green.
I remember The Plaza for the beautiful lobby and how grown up I felt drinking Tea and eating croissants with fancy jams.
At the Tea Room, I remember my grandmother getting excited at seeing the actors of her time. I ate a bowl of sour cream with cucumbers because I did not recognize anything else on the menu.
I loved Tavern on The Green for its location. Of course, I have no idea what I ate.
We would see famous people in the streets and the taping of soap operas, including One Life to Live. I remember a scene on The Plaza steps with Bo Buchanan and one of his many love interests.
This was part of our life. It was what we did and it was wonderful.
We did all of this with my grandmother.
Later, I did all of this, and more, alone with my grandmother.
The Rockettes were her favorite.
My grandmother worked at The World Trade Center.
I loved to go to work with her.
Sitting in the window of her office and looking out at the city was a fond memory.
I admired all of the activity that would happen 80 plus stories below.
I would imagine wonderful stories for all of the people on the streets of one of the most wonderful cities in the world.
My grandmother was afraid to go to work.
She was a strong woman who was afraid to take the elevator to such a high floor.
She hated that I sat all day in that window.
My grandmother was afraid I would fall out, I loved that thrill of looking down even though it scared me, as well.
More than that I loved watching my grandmother be a woman of the world. It was not necessaruly the norm for Grandma to work back then but she did and she did so quite proudly.
I loved to watch her in her office. I admired her and I always looked at that building with love of my grandmother in my heart.
That building is gone. The September 11 attacks have obliterated it.
My grandmother had passed away years before the attack. I can only imagine how she would have felt about these horrors.
I know how I feel about the September 11 attacks.
Disgusted and so sad.
These tragic moments in time took away mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles and children.
1600 people lost their spouses.
3,000 kids lost a parent.
The death toll keeps growing.
My family was there the day of the September 12 attacks. Some of my friends were too.
Not everyone made it.
So many hearts are broken.
I visited Ground Zero many years after the attack.
As I walked I got more and more nervous about what I would see and how I would feel.
I got more emotional as I got closer.
As I looked at the street, that used to hold the people that I daydreamed about, I was overwhelmed.
It is so sad to think of all that was destroyed that day.
The task now is to honor what was lost.
That means remembering the departed in whatever capacity we can. We can wear cremation jewelry, honor their lives, and hold them close to our hearts.
We should also work to ensure that nothing of the sort ever happens again, either here or abroad.
To Your Health,
Elise Ho, Ph.D., D.N.Psy
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16 thoughts on “My Reflections On The September 11 Attacks”
It was a terrible tragic day that we all will remember forever.
I loved your memory and history with your grandmother and mother.
What beautiful stories. Those days were equally important to me.
Such a great tragedy. I am grateful for the happy memories.
I remember when this happened..I just got off a night shift and I was in a state of disbelief… I knew no one in the states affected when this happened… I just remember turning on the tv and seeing a building in flames and then another plane hit… 13 years ago… That was a long time ago so why does it feel so new? If that makes sense.
It makes perfect sense to me. I cry every year that I work on my post surrounding these horrific events.
Who can forget such a sad day?
Sometimes it is good to recall such memories, it reminds us of how life is and how it should be.
Thanks for sharing.
I agree. It can be very good to recall memories. Memories have so much to teach us and some can offer great comfort.
Very true, very true.
Have a great Sunday.
Best wishes and regards.
Elise, I remember that day in a very similar way. I happened to have the day off from work, and my best friend, Linda, and I were enjoying a visit over a cup of tea (our favorite beverage). We had no idea what was happening in our country that morning. Linda’s mother called to tell her to turn on the news. Linda and I held onto each other and watched in horror as the news and graphic images came across the TV screen.
When I left Linda’s house, I met another friend, Kenny, to go on a hike. As it turns out, we were both listening to our car radios to keep updated on the horrific event. As we met people along the mountain trail, everyone expressed the same disbelief that something so horrible was happening. When we got to the summit, it was eerily quiet. The ranger told us that the nearby airport had grounded all planes in reaction to what was happening in NYC.
It’s a day that seems still painfully recent, even though it was so long ago.
WOW… you just gave me the chills. To make it that much more poignant for me I am currently on a flight. Thank you so much for sharing.
Touching memories of your grandmother who worked at the World Trade Center. I can relate to the fear of heights and many “what ifs” that could happen. I went to an event in SF on September 10 that was on the 22 floor and I was nervous just being so high up! We will never forget the tragedy of 9/11.
The funny thing is that I loved sitting in that window but I too have a bit of a fear of heights. I also love the rush of knowing that I faced my fear.
Wow, what a touching story. It’s amazing how a piece of your personal history went away with it, along with a piece of the world’s history (and so many people’s lives!) Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. There are so many families histories that were changed by that day.
I can’t help but think that the day the towers came today, a deep seated fear took hold in the hearts of so many Americans and that fear has not let up 13 years later. A fear that has exacerbated what is wrong in this country today and allowed wrongs to fester. A fear that keeps humanity at bay.
Despite the state of our political and economic affairs, I believe it’s not too late to right the wrongs. I also believe we all individually have a responsibility to play our part.
Sitting on the sidelines because of mistrust and disappointment in our leaders is not an option and indeed will only deepen the despair. yet I see so many doing just that.
Although not a citizen, I plan to do what I can in whatever way I can to honor those who have sacrificed their lives for this country. We must all stand up for what is right and take action when the values upon which this country was founded are trodden upon. We must all believe that we are simply stronger together.
I hope we collectively remember a citizen’s responsibilities as we remember, mourn and never forget those lost on 9/11/01. And, I hope somehow someway the fear loosens its grip.
Kerry, thank you so much for your response. You are correct in that is never too late to do something to right something that you think is wrong.