Where I was...

Eight years ago today I woke up before anyone in the house (well at the time we were livin' it up in a 2 bdrm apt with 5 people). I turned on the tv and every.single.channel. was tuned into the events that had just began unfolding in New York City. The first tower had already been hit. I was in shock and ran in to my parents room to wake up my dad. He jumped out of bed and immediately started making/receiving calls. I sat with my family and watched as the second building was being hit. My dad went into work early, and my mom took us all to school where we did nothing all day but sit and watch the news. Not one class took place that day. I watched fellow classmates cry realizing they knew or were related to people in those buildings. I didn't cry until I heard the Pentagon had been hit. That's when it became real, because my father was offered a position there no more than 3 months prior. He could have been in there.

I, along with everyone in the Nation I'm sure, felt completely numb the entire day. I came home from school and had my boyfriend at the time come over. We watched the replay over and over again, watched as the cameramen captured signs held up by small children that read things like
"help me find my daddy," we watched until I could barely keep my eyes open from crying.

This song will always, ALWAYS, remind me of that day. It gives me goosebumps every time I hear it.

"Fallen Embers" Music Video (Enya)