Where I Was

Many of us had pondering moments today, on the 5th anniversary of 9/11/01. Questions went around as we wondered who was doing what and what the reaction was when we found out. Here's my snapshot: Matt & I were downtown Detroit at Children's Hospital. It was Kirsten's first surgery ever, and she was only 13 1/2 months old. We were in the back where she was being prepped to go into the operating room when the first Tower was hit. We had no clue of anything going on outside of the 4 of us... Kirsten, Matt, me, and God. That was our circle of concern at that moment. The fear of our little one being put under anesthesia. What if she had a reaction? What if she had problems breathing? Then what if she started bleeding too much from the procedure? What if she woke up frightened? What if...? Too many questions. We just had to relax in the knowledge that God had it under control. It wasn't until they took her in & we went into the family waiting area that we saw the television and other waiting families filled us in on what happened in NY. We saw the rest on TV while waiting for Kirsten. I was numb enough going thru the surreal-ness of my daughter's surgery that the horrific news across the airwaves seemed to add to the dream-like state of the day. I think they all set in that evening, when we were finally HOME.

I found this online tonight & it seemed to fit...

"This image of a mother and her infant son on a Brooklyn rooftop frames the disastrous and day-to-day, a feeling familiar to all those who lived through the events of 9/11. Photograph: © Alex Webb/Magnum Photos"