Good morning friends! It is a beautiful Sunday morning here and fall is in the air. The kids went back to school on Wednesday and we are all slowly getting back into a routine after the lazy, but sometimes busy, days of summer. This post was initially supposed to be some pictures and talking about the last long weekend of summer. But then September 11th crept into view....
Where were you when the world stopped turning, on that September day. That song was written by Alan Jackson just a few weeks after the September 11th attacks and he performed it live for the first time shortly after. You can click the link above to see that performance. I know where I was that day 15 years ago. Safely at home. My parents were staying with me while my husband was away at work. I had a baby girl who was just shy of five months. I knew where my loved ones were and that none of them were anywhere near where those tragic events were unfolding. I watched the horrific scenes play out over and over that day on the news. Wondering what kind of world I was raising my child in. The next day, I left the television off. I could choose to tune out what had happened the day before. I had that luxury. Thousands of others, could not. They were not so lucky.
The pictures and videos shown that day and the days and weeks that followed September 11th are something that once you see it, you can't unsee it. A picture is worth a thousand words; and I believe it.
I can't even begin to imagine how they all felt. The people in Gander being called to help, just realizing the magnitude of what was happening. The passengers on those 38 planes, most not even knowing what was happening and their fear rising when they realized that their plane was not the only one being diverted to Gander. You can click on the link above to read an article written by the Washington Post a few days ago about that day. There is also a 9/11 monument being presented to the town of Gander today in appreciation of its efforts that day and the days that followed until the planes and passengers headed home.
I hope you don't think I'm bragging about Newfoundland, because I'm not. I would hope (and assume) that if those planes were diverted elsewhere, they would have received the same treatment as they did in Gander. The pictures below are some that I took at The Gander Aviaton Museum in 2014. There is a section dedicated to September 11th. There are only a few photos as the rest were on my computer hard drive that got wiped out last year. I live just two hours from Gander, so I'm hoping to get back there next year and take some more photos.
I know that, unfortunately, still today, all over the world, people are dealing with death and destruction every day. I can only hope that people shine their light to overpower the dark. I can only hope that people share their love to drive out the hate. Faith. Hope. Love. I will close this blog post with a few pictures taken this past long weekend. A little bit of beauty to bring us out of the darkness. To show that we are not alone.
Well that's it for this week. I'll be back again next Sunday with another blog post. I have chosen Sundays because for me it's a day of quiet and reflection; most of the time. Please feel free to share your thoughts on today, or anything else by commenting below, or sending me an email. I would love to hear from you either way. Hopefully you will come back to enjoy the view from where I am...