Loss and 9/11

When 9/11 happened, I was far from becoming a mom. I was still a geek as I was playing Lunar Silver Star Story when my roommate told me that a plane had crashed into one of the towers.

I was in my last year of college, and it was a difficult time for me as my mom was currently fighting cancer. But I think the hardest thing for me was that only a few short days after the national tragedy happened, a personal tragedy came about as my grandmother passed away.

As I read and watched the extended coverage about 9/11, it reminded me of my own personal loss. I felt bad for all those families that had lost loved ones, but I felt worse about the loss of my grandmother. I felt rather guilty about that at the time.

Now that it has been 10 years since 9/11, I find myself thinking about my grandmother again. She had been sick for a long time and I think she was ready to go. Plus I think there was no way she would have survived after my mom passed, which happened a year later.

Thinking about 9/11 tends to be remembering what we lost. Not just lives, but also some security that we are safe here in America. And for me, it will be as I remember the loss of a loved one in the midst of the nationwide mourning after the tragedy.