I’ve been contemplating this post for days while listening to and reading and watching others remembering September 11, 2001. Even now my thoughts are a jumble so please forgive my rambling.
Where was I when the terrorist attacks happened? I was here, in Saskatoon, in my bedroom. I must have had CNN on because I remember the first announcement that a plane had hit the World Trade Center tower. And then they announced that a second plane had hit the other tower.
That took my breath away.
The first seemed like an accident. The second was clearly an attack.
I held my one-year-old daughter tightly. My first thought was how thankful I was to be safe in Saskatoon. My next thought was how guilty I felt for not being “home” in America.
Today I am remembering through photos. Today I am reading Mark Steyn. Today I am visiting NYC vicariously through Five Feet of Fury and Blazing Cat Fur. Today I am listening to Adele. Today I thanked Saskatoon firefighters. Today I recommitted to fighting back against those who seek to take away our freedoms and liberties.
We will never forget.