September 11

Ten years ago.09112011A

I was standing in my workout clothes in the middle of the gym.

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Surrounded by televisions blaring different channels, overhead music on the speaker system, and the clanking and slamming of weights being lifted and dropped.
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I remember wondering why all the sudden it was quiet.09112011D

Why everyone had gathered around one television and the music had stopped.09112011E

We all stood there, staring up at the wall-mounted TV.09112011F

At 20 years old, I wasn’t truly sure what I was looking at, or what it meant.09112011G

How it would impact anything, everything.09112011H

I watched live as the first tower fell.09112011I

We carpooled back to our homes in silence.09112011J

When I got home I turned on the radio, told my mom what was going on.09112011K

I got the radio on just in time to hear about the second tower, and then the Pentagon.09112011L

I stayed glued to the radio until I was late to work.09112011M

I worked at a bank at the time, which of course was a tricky place to be in the middle of a crisis. We had to be there. To be confident and appropriately “cheerful”. To help people not panic and pull all their money. There was absolutely no options for staying home, or even keeping abreast of the news. Having a TV on, or even the radio was not an option. To say I was frustrated is an understatement.09112011N

Later that day, I went to attend class at BYU. They were all canceled.
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Although I did not suffer personal loss in the events that day, it was perhaps the first time I felt connected to a community outside my own. Connected in a way that defied distance, ideology, or age. And when, eight years later, I was able to stand in New York City for the first time, I wanted to somehow tell those people there that I knew. That I had seen and remembered. That despite the fact that we were complete strangers, we were neighbors, too. Brothers. Sisters. That back home in a little city, we were praying for and loving them. Putting messages on our billboards. Raising money. Because that’s what people do when they love each other. They take care of each other.

We remember, New York City.

And we love you, too.

xoxo

April

PS Billboard pictures were taken with a black and white film camera one year after, out the window of a moving car. Pardon the focus.


Comments

  1. 1
    robin says:

    Perfectly said.

  2. 2
    Kathy says:

    Great post.

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    Jennie Rasmussen says:

    Wow! So powerful!! Thanks sharing those words! So beautiful!

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    *LyndiLou* says:

    I love how you can put into words things I feel! ;) We DO remember… and always will! What a beautiful post!

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    sarah jane says:

    Oh wow! I LOVE how you collected all those photos from around town. What a beautiful idea! Love you April! Love your quilted flag too…so creative! xoxo

  6. 6

    […] PS I still remember, New York. Here’s where I was on September 11th, from a post written in 2011. […]

  7. 7
    Launi says:

    You just make me cry.

  8. 8

    Brought tears to my eyes! Beautifully written.

  9. 9

    Thank you for sharing. The photos are beautiful.
    God bless America and our Brave Military.

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