I keep hearing about this being the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I am a September 11th baby. This weekend is an unusual weekend, and has been every since that day. It is a time where I always get to be celebrated, showered with love, laughter and presents. And then we always remember what happened, and we remember how grateful we are for each other, our lives, our home etc.
I remember that day really well. I was in Grade 10 English. Sitting doing work. And then a huge announcement was made over the PA system at my highschool. It was late though, they waited to tell us (unless you were a student who had family members living in NY/travelling). It was said that the towers were hit- the World Trade Towers. Most of us had no idea what they were, how big they were, what happened. We were all excused from the day if we knew of family who was there.
I went home later, and my entire family was in my house. Watching TV. Calling my Aunt Caroline who lives in NYC. We later got a hold of her, and she was saying how she was planning on going to Chinatown after her shift at the hospital, and decided not to because she was too tired. Not only later did she find out that if she had, it would have taken her hours and hours to get home, if at all. She lived in Queens.
Remembering this day is nothing compared to remembering it if you were there, or if you live in NYC, or if you had family that was involved in anything relating to it. A lot of people know friends of friends, or friends of relatives etc. But I cannot imagine how it would be if the connection was closer.
Our thoughts go out to anyone and everyone who was affected by this day. But it is also a day to celebrate everything we have now. All the wonderful things that are present in our life today. And everything that is to come for us.
These are just a few of the people I am grateful for. Thank you for having me in your life and for loving me. Thank you for being such a wonderful addition to my life. Teaching me, guiding me, keeping me company. I would not be here without you (family), or be the person I am. I love you all.
my little sister Zoe, just horsing around.
Chloe bear enjoying the front seat with my dad..driving to the ranch.
my little monkey, Kai.
My family (sister.me.mother) at Graduation
Nicholas my bf.
Sister and the big monkey, Kiwi.