Repost of previous writing — but still most relevant…
15 Years ago, I was working in a very non-Red Cross job, worrying about very non-Red Cross things. Kids, getting to work on time, dogs, bills, time with hubby…you know. Normal stuff.
Then in a heartbeat – literally at the turn of a radio dial, that changed. While on my way to work on the morning of September 11, 2001, I heard the news. It seemed to come at me in little snapshots of information – none of which made any sense to me at all. As soon as I arrived at work, I tossed my stuff in my office and went to where some of my coworkers sat. “Did I just hear that right?” The stunned look on all their faces told me that I did in fact hear correctly.
Shortly, my son called. He was off work, and watching the news – as everyone in the country was at that time. Our 21yr old son. Terrorist act? War? Draft? Whoa….wait a minute here! Suddenly, the things that had occupied my mind earlier that morning seemed very distant. A whole new set of worries – and yes, fears – were looming in front of me.
15 Years Ago –
Not so long ago – and yet a lifetime.
I joined the Red Cross the following year. In the 11 years since that time, I have had the privilege to meet, and work with some amazing people that were a part of the response to the events of that tragic day. Some spent weeks, even months, on location doing what they do anytime disaster strikes. Yet it was different — and it was life changing for all who were there. Working alongside a network of thousands of other amazing responders from agencies and organizations from all corners of the country. Working countless hours, shedding countless tears.
Today –
Our children are grown – with children of their own now. Grandkids that are the light of Gramma and Grampa’s life. Another new set of worries – slumber parties at our house, school activities to watch, dogs, bills, time with hubby…you know. Normal stuff.
I’ll have my radio on in the morning — and will think back to that day just as many of us will.
And I’ll think of all those that answered the call to help – that left their homes and families to try to help bring some form of comfort and hope to those who needed it most. I’ll think of those lost – those left to carry on – and those committed to stand ready to answer that call again.
Losing both Yellow Dog and Black Dog in the same year was very tough. We actually said our goodbye’s to Yellow Dog one year ago tonight, with her sissy following her 10months later. So, we will be starting 2020 with no fur-babies in the house for the first time in – I can’t tell you how many years.
And I love that the kiddos know how much that proximity means to me — there was a great deal of conspiracy afoot around Thanksgiving to surprise us with a family pic that I honestly thought “just happened”. Sneaky kids…..


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