Remembering 9/11

So when thinking of Sept. 11th 2001 there is a mixture of emotion. Most of it is sadness for the lives lost. But another part of me is angry. Angry that people would attack, angry that our lives have changed by legislation so much because of that day, and angry that this is the only tragedy that gets so much publicity.

Do we spend a month before the anniversary of Pearl Harbor asking, "Where were your grandparents at?" No we don't. I suppose as we age the publicity might die off. We'll be the ones rarely mentioned. But where are all of those flags we saw put up after the towers fell? If those people were so patriotic then, why aren't they as patriotic now? This is what I don't understand. I know there is a lot wrong with our country. I don't believe we've had a leader in my lifetime that has actually done more good than harm. I guess in the whole scheme of things, my opinion doesn't matter. I don't like to discuss politics that much so with this post, I'll shut up about the state of the country.

So here's my nod to a moment in time that hopefully won't be forgotten. But when it is shoved to the back of a history book and a holiday no one really knows the meaning of, at least we have the blog posts of those who were most effected by that day to look back on.

So where was I? I was at Glo-Marr Products Inc. located in Lawrenceburg, KY. I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter Sierra Belle. I worked there as a Print Dept. supervisor. However since I was pregnant I could not work with the printing materials. So I was working in the manufacturing dept. filling orders. We produced pet shampoos products.

That day we listened to the radio like any other day. I remember the music stopped and we were being told that there had been an accident involving one of the world trade towers. At that time we did not know the country was under attack. Everyone at work just stood around staring at the radio as if it could produce a video of events. Of course, after the second tower was hit, the president came on the radio announcing that we were under attack. I did not have any friends or family in New York. But my boss did and he was on the phone for hours trying to get through. His family was safe thankfully.

So to all those who have lived through the 9/11 terror attack, here's to your deeds, suffering and sacrifice. May it never be forgotten.

This blog is being posted Sept 11th, 2011 at 8:46 am in honor of all whose life was forever changed by the Sept. 11th terrorist attack on our nation.