How Could We Ever Forget?

I really hate this day.  It’s something I’m almost afraid to admit, but that day was so awful, I don’t want to memorialize it every year.

I was in the classroom that day.  Throughout the day, I had more than 150 students in my classroom.  They were scared.  They were confused.   We all were.  And we were in shock.  I had watched the towers fall in my friend’s classroom before the day began.  I had a sob stuck in my throat all day long.  But I had to be strong and rational for the kids.

It was horrible.  I just wanted to gather my family in and be together with candles burning as we sat in silence.  I just dread the anniversaries.  The gratuitous memes on social media, on mass media, the annual reading of the names.

It triggers all those horrible memories – the planes, the jumpers, the woman on the radio who lost her parents on that day because they were flying in to be at her wedding.

I promise.  Those of us who experienced it even from a distance will never forget.  No need to remind us.