The first plane had literally just hit the Trade Center. So my friend Brooke alerted me as to what was happening. My husband was already at work, so I called him. Then we watched in horror. Yes horror, as people flung themselves out of windows at the World Trade Centers, and the huge buildings were razed.
I remember the fire fighters risking their lives. I remember running outside when I heard the the Air Force Jets flying over my house. I remember the countless funerals in the days to come. I happened to work in a Women's Clinic in a Jersey City Hospital on Wednesdays, and when I went to work the next morning, they had place 5000 body bags on Liberty Island, and asked all workers to be available to help. But there were no bodies.
And I remember, mostly, the cars that were still in the parking lot in Summit NJ on Saturday morning, when I went to teach my Pilates class at the YMCA. Abandoned because the workers never came home that day.
So each and every year we remember together, that fateful day, when the USA changed forever, when this fear was unleashed.
And this last month we have seen Charlottesville, storms, and so much distruction in our southern cities. It is a lot to hold. It is a lot to try and wrap our minds around.
My prayer is that today, September 11th, we hold the energy of love together, to always remember that we are "in this" together. That we can reach out in support, with money or other kinds of aid, to those who have loss, either in the memory of their loved ones from 9/11, or from these more current losses.
In my faith we say "Bless those of need of healing, with Rafua Shlema, the renewal of body, the renewal of spirit, and let us say Amen".