Seventeen years later, I remember 9-11 as if it were yesterday. I shared the exchange of emails between my dad and me in the hours following the attack on our homeland. Today, please stop for a moment and remember the three thousand plus citizens who lost their lives, as well as those who sacrificed their lives to prevent more deaths from keeping a plane from carrying out their attack. Many continue to live with nightmares and survival guilt, as do some who feel responsible for not being prepared to prevent the attack.
“We return to each other in waves. This is how water loves.” – Nayyirah Waheed
When I chose to write this blog post on the ebb and flow of relationships, I did not stop to consider the raw emotion I would experience while writing my way through to completion. The idea came to me as I was reading emails my dad and I had exchanged immediately following the events of September 11, 2001, more commonly referred to as 9-11.
Our email exchange began on 09/11/01:
My day started at 0400 this morning with a phone call from the base Executive Officer calling to tell me that our nation was under attack. Linda had also called from Pearl Harbor while I was on the phone with the XO, and left a message for me, “Donna, Get up and turn on your TV.” But I had…
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