The Horror Re-Visited

The World Trade Center Memorial

It’s been ten years since we witnessed the twin towers crumbling, New Yorkers running, and the ensuing panic that followed.

I plan to watch the memorial television programs today. My husband says he doesn’t want to relive it. We all have our ways of dealing with loss.

We’re Canadians and know no one who endured the pain of that day in New York. I did call a friend who lived outside of the city and my husband emailed family in Michigan, but that was the extent of our connection. And yet, it would take someone with a cold heart not to feel the agony of what happened on Sept. 11, 2001.

It seemed, before that day, it always happened to someone else in some other place in the world. They were other people’s wars, other people’s cities of destruction, other people’s pain. This time the horror landed next door. And because of that, we were also vulnerable. In fact, there was media coverage of a plane heading towards Vancouver. For awhile, we waited, not knowing what was going to happen next. It was like waiting for the bogeyman you suspect is out there, but you don’t know if and when he’s going to strike.

There are bogeymen all over the globe. We just didn’t expect them to show up in our back yard. All that changed after the World Trade Center went down.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all the families affected by what happened on that day. Though this happened, I want to remember there is far greater good in the world even though the occasional bad creeps in to remind me it too exists.

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