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It’s funny. I don’t remember much about that day — what I was doing, where I was at. The one thing I do remember though is my son. Only in 1st grade at the time, he came home that day with a drawing. As soon as the teacher heard about the attacks, she turned the television on to keep up with all that was going on and had the students draw a picture.
My son drew both towers with smoke billowing out of each one. At the bottom he wrote the sweetest prayer:
Dear God, please forgive the men who did this to America.
That afternoon when he came home from school, we sat and talked about what we saw, we prayed, and then we prayed for the families who lost loved ones that day.
It is a day I will never forget.
What about you? What do you remember from that day?
Today, as you go about your normal routines, stop and say a silent prayer for those that were affected, and still being affected today. I am sure that they can use it on this anniversary.
Dagmar ~ Dagmar's momsense says
I remember being woken up by a friend to turn on the TV, and then we hung out, stunned and numb, for hours at a bagel store. I called my work (I was in L.A.) and they said to stay put if you didn’t feel like coming in. I had my passport with me for a month, just in case something else would happen and I wanted to go back to Germany. I’m still here and will be for the rest of my life. 🙂
My Baby Pajamas says
I remember it was early morning when we received the call from family and friends. We lived in California at the time so it was really early. My husband played baseball for the Anaheim Angels and they had just got back from their road trip from New York. Family was worried. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone on this day.
Sisters Playing House says
I remember I was in a college class and then headed off to work – I walked through our “student center” right as that 2nd tower was hit. I remember watching that and not knowing if it was real or fake.
http://sistersplayinghouse.blogspot.com/2012/09/how-do-you-remember-911.html
Jill Robson says
I was 8 months pregnant with my son. I was showing my job replacement the ropes. At our 1st delivery we heard a small plane had hit a building in New York. When we returned to base all hell was breaking loose, and my 1st thought was what kind of world am i bringing my child into. It still chokes me to remember that day, and how many of the children in their mother’s womb’s never got to meet their fathers’. I count myself lucky.