On September 11, 2001, I was talking on the radio with sports journalist and host, Jason Whitlock. I did a little weather and then we proceeded to discuss what we watched on TV the night before. That's when Jason and I, in different studios across town from each other, looking at different monitors, saw the identical terrifying image. A plane crashing into the World Trade Center. Jason said, "Did you see that?" I said, "Yes. Looks like a horrible accident." Not too long after that, the second plane hit. Jason said, "No accident."
Later that day, the kids got home from school. They all took in the news differently.
Alexander, age 12, sat on the sofa and watched the images. He was sick to his stomach.
Taylor, ten going on 11, was trying to figure out who did it.
Samantha, eight years old, was concerned for the children who had no parents coming home that day. She said we should pray…and DO something for other people!
Harrison was just starting kindergarten. He played with his toys. Asked a question here and there but mostly sat and played.
My wife and I talked about if this day meant our kids would not be able to experience the world the way we had…going to monuments, parks without fear.
There are a many things we all remember from that day. I remember the sky. It was clear and blue. As the day went on, the jet contrails faded. They were gone for days.
The flag is from the Pentagon, that terrible day, now displayed at the Smithsonian in DC. We visited, as a family, just a few years after the attack. Life was and is different but it is still life.
I always think of the great singer/songwriter Harry Nilsson's song on this day:
Long ago, far away
Life was clear
Close your eyes
Remember, is a place from long ago
Remember, filled with everything you know
Remember, when you're sad and feelin' down
Remember, turn around
Remember, life is just a memory
Remember, close your eyes and you can see
Remember, think of all that life can be