9/11: A Mother Never Forgets

The North Tower collapsed.

America felt helpless. Her citizens began to scramble for hope, praying, and holding their breath as they waited for what would come next.

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I felt helpless. I began to scramble for hope, praying, and holding my breath as I waited for what would come next.

I was stuck in traffic on the way to school.

How were people still functioning? Don’t they know what happened? Don’t they know the sorrow?

I mourned the birthday my baby never had, the day the towers fell. I lamented alongside America for the approximately 3,000 people who lost their lives that day for reasons we don’t understand. When we lose people we love, it is not often that the world stops with us. That day it did.

For me, national tragedy marks personal tragedy. Every year, as America remembers, I count the years and take a moment to speculate in remembrance what that child would have been like, when our country would cease being afraid, and where those mourning families are today. The weight of sorrow has lifted, but I’ll never forget. My baby would have been 21 this year.


An earlier version of this post first appeared at The Portland Moms Blog, published with permission.

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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