Today is the 16th anniversary of the deadliest terror attack in our nation’s history. While the devastation of September 11th affected our entire nation, growing up in New York made this tragedy especially impactful. I distinctly remember where I was on that day. I was at school at the time the planes hit. I remember one of my classmates mentioning that she had heard that the World Trade Center had been hit. I didn’t know what she was talking out. (At the time, I had only ever heard them referred to as the “Twin Towers”.) Within the next period I had at school, my teacher got a call that my mom was there to pick me up. My brother and I headed home with our mom and learned about what had happened just a short distance from our home.
My dad worked in the city and it took what felt like an eternity for him to get home. Transportation out of the city was a nightmare and communication systems were clogged. Finally, he made it home, but that was not the reality for a lot of families. Our family knew people who were lost on that day, people who survived and people who were forever changed. It was a day that will be clear as day in my mind for the rest of my life.
Today, as we recognize the anniversary of September 11th, I am remembering the blessing of having my dad come home that day and keeping all the families who lost someone in my prayers.