9/11: A Mother Never Forgets

The sun still rose. It was one of those days when it felt like an accomplishment to even wake up. September 11, 2001 had finally come. I thought maybe my mourning would finally be complete.

I turned on the television and began my sunrise routine. There was a breaking news update: a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings. It was 6 a.m. where I was, but 9 a.m. in New York. People were already at work there; at home, I was shouting for my mom. I was grateful to have a place of refuge after the divorce; even if it meant sleeping on the couch. We stared at the TV together, in desperate disbelief. My younger brother walked into the room – he had never seen a plane crash into a building either. So much death. I wondered how many people were on that plane, on those floors. I had to get ready; I still had class at 8:00.


Chara Donahue
Chara Donahuehttp://www.anchoredvoices.net/
Chara loves to talk to women about Jesus, motherhood, and discovering the abundant life. She is the founder of Anchored Voices, and freelances around the web. She writes for the Portland Moms Blog, and has contributed to (in)courage, Venn Magazine, and The Huffington Post. She has her MSED and may return to teaching at some point, but for now she spends most of her time enjoying her husband and four children. You can find her on multiple social media platforms @CharaDonahue.

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