Remembering

It hadn’t occurred to me that today is the 11th. I’m kind of in la-la land this week with my calendar anyway, but on my way home from working out this morning, I was flipping through the stations and stopped when I heard the melody of the song below by Alan Jackson. And then I knew. I remembered, and a flood of images and memories instantly  raced through my head.

Perhaps I am a sensitive soul, more so than others, but this morning on the way to school, all the trucks at the firehouse were pulled out of their garages with the lights on. In the quick 2 seconds I took my eyes off the road, I noticed a fireman standing next to a firetruck and it dawned on me that maybe they were going to honor the fallen as the historical time approached. I’ve heard stories of how firemen are sort of a brotherhood. I welled up with tears as I thought about it.

Has it really been seven years already?

I was a very pregnant church secretary back then, working at my desk when the first tower was hit. Interesting how at the moment we are so oblivious to tragedy happening somewhere else in the world. A sweet church lady, knowing we wouldn’t have a tv on had called in to tell us and we raced to one down the hall to find one. Many of us sat there, watching, as a second plane came into view on the screen and within only a fraction of a second hit the next tower. It was surreal. I was terrified to bring a child into the world. I was afraid to fall asleep. I wondered if the world was about to come to an end. Hey, I was pregnant. But that day, and in the ones that followed, I really did wonder.

In the midst of all the evil and darkness that day, the world became a nicer place. I hope I never forget how that felt. Silent and compassionate.

So, where were you?

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry

Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don’t know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below

Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you’re a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you’re watching
And turn on “I Love Lucy” reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love

I’m just a singer of simple songs
I’m not a real political man
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

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~ by hthr on September 11, 2008.

One Response to “Remembering”

  1. I was at school that Tuesday. I had an 8:00 am class. I didn’t even learn about it until my second class, Abnormal Psychology. How appropriate. I rushed home after my last class and woke up my husband and demanded he stay home from work that night. He works at the hub of FedEx, ya know, who uses the airport. While, it’s only cargo aircraft, the airport it is at is an international airport. I admit, I may have overreacted, but he was told not to come in anyway. We went out and bought a flag that afternoon. I still get teary eyed when I hear certain songs.

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