It is a day I spent at church. A day of birthdays. A day of rest. A day of remembrance.
10 years ago today, I was 13 years old. It was a school day, and I remember waking up to my mother fixated on the television screen. Watching on the news, planes crash into the world trade center towers, all I thought was, "oh, this is bad." Yet, it seemed so far away from me, the other side of the US.
Once at school, my teachers had the news on all day. We watched the reports and updates of what had happened. Back then, while I was in 8th grade, I didn't really realize the importance. I now know. I now know that I was alive and witnessed on tv something that will forever be remembered in our nations history. That countless lives were lost. There are pictures of people jumping from 100's of stories high. I can't imagine the pain they were in to make the decision to take that leap. Knowing that their choice was of instant death. Maybe a better decision compared to a slow death. The loss goes deeper, as families were broken, children lost parents.
I am so lucky. I can't even imagine the loss. I am grateful for my family and friends and the safety we have had.
As I watch now, documentaries of live footage, people witnessing and pointing up at the towers, as they started to fall, give me chills throughout my body. I wish that my family were closer, that we could have spent today, together. In relief society today, there was a lesson on temple work and family history. I wish that my family could spend sundays at church and in unity. I think that everybody would be more happy and for sure more blessed. Today in my house, it was feelings of separation. Nobody was with anybody and that kind of makes me sad. I love my family, but when I have my own, we will have sunday dinner, we will all spend time together. We will become closer and be an active part in each others lives.
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