The above picture was taken last October during our trip to NYC. It was the first time I had returned to New York after September 11, 2001. As I walked up to the site, I was overcome and couldn’t stop the tears. I remember vividly the morning of September 11th. My roommate called me from her cell phone on her way to work and told me to turn on the television and I watched as the buildings fell. We stayed glued to the television for hours and I don’t know if I fully understood the way this tragedy would affect me. I had no personal loss on 9/11 but I always want to remember those who did lose their loved ones. And when I saw the site in person, I visualized all the lost lives and I always want to remember it because I feel like I need to remember it. I want to remember the bravery and the resiliency of all those the died and all those who survived.
Last year, I was visiting in Utah on September 11th. That night, I sat with my best friend, Lisa, in her apartment. She was expecting twins – a boy and a girl. I was expecting too. We talked about how wonderful it was that we were both pregnant and how fun it was to be pregnant at the same time. Later that night, I began to miscarry. That night and the days that followed were some of the saddest days of my life. I then truly understood the loss of miscarriage. It’s changed me forever.
Today, I found out that my dear friend from college had amazing news. Her husband received a new heart. She reflected on the truth that “miracles happen”. And I believe it. Through adversity, comes strength. So as I go about my day, I will remember loss. I will remember strength and I will remember hope.