Remembering

It's hard to find just the right words to express what I'm feeling this weekend. As I sit in front of the television tonight, It's like I'm being transported back 10 years, and I'm remembering the feelings as if it was yesterday.

September 11th is surely my generation's "Where were you" moment. Todd has vivid memories of his grandmother telling him about where she was when Pearl Harbor was attacked. I remember my parents talking to my sister and I when we were kids about where they were when JFK was assassinated. Unfortunately, Todd and I will be having similar conversations with Nicholas one day when we share with him our memories of September 11, 2001. I don't even want my mind to wander to imagine what kind of conversations Nicholas might be having with his own children someday...

Everyone has a story to share when the topic arises. I was teaching in Southington and was handed a memo written by my principal. It made absolutely no sense to me, so I sent my para to find a television. The look on her face when she returned said it all. I remember walking over to the window. It was an absolutely beautiful day. I remember looking up into the sky and feeling afraid, in a way that I'd never felt before. I somehow expected to see something up there... I don't even know what. I remember Todd rushing to school in his uniform, headed toward the New York border on the ambulance to help with all the casualties... which eerily never came. And then, I remember the countless hours spent in front of the television over the following weeks, just trying to make sense of it all.

It's amazing to me to think about how much has changed since then. In 2001, Todd and I both had different jobs, Tigua was still a puppy, and Nicholas was just a twinkle in our eyes. As horrific as all of this was to experience, it did teach me some important lessons. It made me appreciate all of the wonderful gifts in my life. It helped me to prioritize my life, and to realize what is important, and what really matters - people, family and friends, and special moments- not things. I feel lucky to have been raised in a family that never felt funny about expressing our love for one another. Not a phone conversation has occurred that hasn't ended with "I love you." Not a visit has ended without a hug and a kiss. So, on this 10th anniversary, let me say, "I love you," so all of the special people in my life. You are the most important part of me, and I appreciate every single one of you. May the rest of our weekend, and all the time after, for that matter, be peaceful.