The news from last night, of course, reminds me of what I was doing that day. When I heard the news, I was preparing my classroom for 19 three-year-olds. When my colleague came in with the initial report, I was confused and bewildered. Whatever was going on I felt safe with my three-year-olds in a church classroom. At home in the afternoon it became clearer what was happening. I had anger and a dull feeling in my stomach. Lucyna and Tad were freshmen at high school that had started a few weeks ago. Case was at work as usual. In the early evening as soon as Case returned home, we stood in a circle in the kitchen just holding one another without talking.
For many years after 9/11 I divided time as before that date and after that date. Nine plus years later it seems to me that there is only an after that date time.
The immediate result was no flights in or out of O'Hare for many days. It was so silent. An eerie, uneasy silence. We never really heard the airplanes before 9/11. They were merely background noise that we were used to. But no sound now. They had stopped us...for awhile. I am grateful to our military who have worked tirelessly on our behalf in their efforts against terrorism. One part of that effort was accomplished yesterday. Thank you.
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