I still get goosebumps when I see images from September 11th. Heck, I don't even have to see anything, just thinking about it hurts my heart.
Like most Americans I know exactly where I was when I heard about what happened. I can still vividly remember watching the footage on tv, going to the Capitol for a candlelight vigil, praying for families whose loved ones weren't accounted for. Everything just felt so numb, as I'm sure it still does for those who lost family and friends.
It occurred to me yesterday that Charlotte will never have a memory of September 11th. I mean sure, she'll learn about it in school and see coverage of it as every anniversary rolls around, but she'll never know what it was like to live through it. I'm grateful that she doesn't have first-hand experience with that kind of loss, but at the same time just find it confounding because it was such a life-changing event for so many. It almost feels like she's out of the loop in a way.
I was just shy of 20 years old when our nation was attacked. It was the first major event in history that I really remember with great clarity. I was only four when the Challenger shuttle exploded, just eight when the Berlin Wall came down, and wasn't around for the Miracle on Ice, John Lennon's death, JFK's assassination or most of those other where were you when moments. Just as I'm sure the baby boomers find it unfathomable that I have no real tie to those events, I find it amazing that Charlotte will never really have a tie to the events of a decade ago.
Not sure what the point of this post was, other than just getting the jumbled up thoughts in my mind out.