CREDITS:
Punk'D by Dani Mogstad
Waiting for the Rain by Shawna Clingerman
Dry Spell by Shawna Clingerman {from
Quarterly Assortment 2009 Vol 1}
Turn it Up by Lauren Grier {from
Quarterly Assortment 2009 Vol 1}
Chainlink from
Fifteen by Libby Weifenbach
Hearts & Staple from
Freebird by Lauren Reid
Brush It v2 by Lauren Reid
Industrial Alpha by Julie Billingsley
Heavy Metal Alpha by Libby Weifenbach
All Worn Out: Photograph and Paper Overlays by Penny Springmann
Random Ribbons by Natalie Braxton
FONTS: DJB Christina, Traveling Typewriter
JOURNALING:
The day started out as any other for me. I woke, showered and was off to work. I was a giddy newly wed having married only 10 days before on 9-1-1. It was sunny and warm for September. I was enjoying my drive in and listening to Bob & Brian and Steve Czaben on Lazer 103. As he was discussing sports, Zabe announced that the World Trade Center was on fire. And he then went on to report that a plane had hit the tower. {I have goosebumps as I write this} I remember the shock and the overwhelming confusion that came over me. How the hell could a plane crash into a building that tall? The next few minutes were a blur as I got into work and turned on the TV - I worked at a communication company at the time. I sat there as they were showing the fire in the first tower and I sat there watching on live TV the second plane crash into the second tower. I was stunned. It was at that moment that I knew that this was no accident. I knew that this was planned. I knew that something bad was unfolding before my eyes.
I immediately tried calling my family. My friends. My husband. Phone lines were jammed. The internet was slowing to a crawl. I could not get through. I could not talk to those that loved me and those people that I loved. I was no where near NY, but the overwhelming sense of needing to watch and keep informed and touch base with those I love was strong. And the inability to do so was profoundly maddening and upsetting to the point of tears all at the same time.
To this day, I am overcome with the urge to cry thinking about what I saw that day. I think that was the most horrific scene to date that I have witnessed. The death, the fire, the destruction, the people throwing themselves out of buildings. The dust, the darkness. It is with a sad and heavy heart I recall all this.
Who knew that September 11th would be the day that changed so many lives on so many levels?
For me I had no clue what “war” was until that day. I did not know that people could hate on such an extreme level. I did not know how strong the United States was. I also did not know the compassion that Americans had. That day made me proud of my country and proud to be an American.
I did lose over half of our wedding photos in the aftermath of 9-11. And I think I lost a little bit of myself that day. The naivety is gone and there is a dark deep sad spot in my heart. It’s almost 8 years later as I write this and I still feel that day, so fresh in my soul and my mind.
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