I wrote about what I was doing when I heard the news. You can read that post here.
My heart always feels heavy on this day. I feel sorrow for those that were lost and the families that lost them. That day changed many of the ways I look at things. It changed me.
I had a hard time dealing with the aftermath, as many Americans did. I was paranoid. I was scared. I had been trying to conceive my second child and now, I wasn't so sure I wanted to proceed. Did I want to bring another child into this world?
I didn't know what to do with myself. I needed to work through it. As I am a creative person by nature, I began to search for photos on the Internet. I then compiled them into a photo memorial that I set to music.
The first time I watched it in it's entirety, I cried. And cried.
I released my pent up anxiety. And then I got pissed. I wasn't going to let them win. I pulled up my Granny panties and flipped them the finger.
I now watch my video every year on this date. I have saved copies for my children. I would like to share it with you.
(YouTube wouldn't allow me to upload it as one video. I have broken it down into each section. I also want to apologize for the quality.)
Part 1 shows the devastation of that day; the reactions and the mourning. It also shows how the world banded together to offer support.
Part 2 is a memorial of many of the lives lost.
Part 3 is a montage of artwork from children. Through this art and their eyes you can see how September 11 affected them. (Again, I apologize as the music is a bit shaky.)
And finally, Part 4 is a dedication to all of the Police, Firemen, Military, and Medical Personnel that risked their lives to do what they do best.
We Will Never Forget!