Where were you when the world stopped turning, that September day?
September 11th is a day most people will never forget. I know I won’t. I remember being glued to the news that day, staring at the screen in disbelief. My sense of the world was shattered, as it was for everyone. I am lucky enough to have not lost anyone on that day (and the many days that have since followed).
As hard as it is to believe, it’s been eleven years since the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. Every year on the anniversary, the question I hear the most is, “where were you when it happened?” I think this is our subconscious way as human beings to reach out and connect with one another through commonality. To understand the fear and panic another felt is to perhaps affirm and validate your own.
While September 11th will always be a day in which we honor and remember the many lives that were taken; September 12th should be a memorial for the families that were left behind. You see, they woke up on the 11th, unsuspecting, just as we all did. But by days end, the lines were clearly drawn between those of us who lived in a country under attack, and those whom had watched the endless footage of their loved ones being murdered and displayed on the news over and over again.
On the 11th, those left behind were forced to come face to face with perhaps their biggest fear. On the 12th, they woke up and found that they had to do it all over again.
After eleven years it seems that we’re still looking for something tangible to hold onto; anything to make it all make sense. After eleven years, we’re still looking for answers… answers that simply don’t exist.
Peter Combs is a 28 year old husband, writer and former foster child. He currently lives with his wife, Renee, in Atlanta, Georgia. Peter is the author of the blog Home.