We forgot. It doesn’t seem possible, but we forgot. I forgot.
I didn’t forget in the strictest meaning of the word, but I forgot some things. I forgot the anger. I forgot the anxiety and the worry. It’s all still there; it’s just not out on my sleeve where I can see it and know it and live it all the time. But it’s there. It’s in every perfect day, when the skies are blue and the clouds are perfect and the warmth is soft and comforting in an autumn kind of way. Some things were okay to forget or let go of. I swore after 9/11 that I would never set foot in another airplane.
I am writing this on a flight from New York to California.
Is it a good thing to forget pain? Is it something we need to keep in our hearts as a reminder, something to keep us awake, alert, and ever vigilant?
No, I don’t want to remember that.
I want to remember the way the skyline looked before, with the Twin Towers intact. I want to remember a time when most people didn’t know who bin Laden was. I want to know that time when the country wasn’t a place of divide, when terrorism and war didn’t separate us into with us/against us.
But I forgot so much. Seven years have come and gone. In those years we moved on, we lived, we put 9/11 aside with all our other memories that we like to keep at bay. Time is the best medication of all. It dulls the pain, eases the hurt, and assuages the guilt. It makes me forget it could happen again. Time brings complacency.
In that small space between three hijacked planes and color-coded terror alerts, between a small field in Pennsylvania and conspiracy theories, there was a brief, lit-up moment when we felt like one. I remember thinking that this tragedy would fix us instead of break us. I want so much to feel again that hope and unity that existed in the days after the attack. There was proof, ever so briefly, that we could come together as a nation to help and comfort each other, when we were all just human beings on common ground instead of left or right, Democrat or Republican.
Never forget, indeed. Never forget that out of the rubble of tragedy arose a moment when we put everything aside to be one whole nation.
I think for many Americans 9-11 rates in memory with the tragic launch of Columbia in 1986. Unfortunately, they also rate the connection to personal threat about the same. That there is still a capable group that wants to kill random people in the West often just doesn’t break through the mundane reality of life. But, accept it or not we are targets – in New York, Madrid, London…name the city you may happen to live in or visit by chance the day the conspiracy takes wing. And I think that deep down we do know that, at least the majority of us. There is still a bit of edginess everytime we plan a trip or think of checking the news of the moment.
9-11 has often been compared to Pearl Harbor. This generation is still waiting for its VJ day.
I will always remember 9-11 with sadness, tempered with gladness….TODAY I became a great grandmother for the first time. My precious Catherine Ellen was born today in Houston, Texas…Yes, just before a hurricane….my won’t we have tales to tell…..I will tell her of the winter of 1936, when I was born during a blizzard, and she will be able to tell me of her very special birth, just before the hurricane. As she came C-section, her mommy, her daddy, and she will ride it out in the hospital…….Oh thank you Dear Lord…for all the blessings of my life. I thank you in the name of my Savior Jesus the Christ, who died that I might enjoy, without fear…..Amen
London Muslims “Celebrate†9/11
http://www.city-journal.org/html/12_4_sndgs03.html
Palestinians celebrating the fall of the twin towers on 911
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrM0dAFsZ8k
Don’t ever forget…
I will always remember, but what’s more important to me is the FACT that I will never forgive those who instigated and planned the attack.
Nor will I ever forgive those who supported and applauded the attack. NEVER!