It still feels odd to remember the shock and horror that began in the morning this day, 13 years ago. Watching the second plane fly into the World Trade Center. The first worry and thoughts being that something had gone horrifically wrong at the FAA for this to happen. The way life changed forever, after that. I was 16. Big changes and some of even the smaller changes, that the generation behind me won’t be aware of as a change. Being able to go through airport security without a boarding pass, carry a pocket knife onto the airplane, and being able to go through security fully clothed, sweatshirt, shoes, and all. The slight fear each year this time that a terrorist group may decide to “celebrate” this anniversary. Vocabulary changes: terrorist attack, body scanners.
It occurred to me just how much life has changed, in ways that don’t make us pause until we realize that’s not how things used to be. A few weeks ago, we were discussing touring the Grand Coulee Dam, and I remembered how fun it was to be able to go inside, and see parts of the hydroelectric turbines when my dad took us in high school, and how it would be fun to do it again. Then I stopped and tried to remember if we visited Grand Coulee before or after September 11, 2001, because that could certainly mean some changes in what people can tour since I was there last.
I hope that at some point we can heal as much as we are able from something that horrific, while not forgetting the lives lost during and after, and the bravery of those who stepped up to help.