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I am spending this September 11th thinking of my Dad and so very grateful that he's still here and that he survived the collapse of the Towers.
But this year, it's different. I'm thinking about how to explain it to my daughter. About what the day means, and about what happened.
I'm also left wondering just a bit, about my Dad...his experience changed him so much. And I wonder if that's part of what softened him, and has made him say things like, "I may not have been such a great father, but I'm hoping I can do better as a grandfather."
I'm just going to remember how lucky I am, and she is to have her grandfather around.
But this year, it's different. I'm thinking about how to explain it to my daughter. About what the day means, and about what happened.
I'm also left wondering just a bit, about my Dad...his experience changed him so much. And I wonder if that's part of what softened him, and has made him say things like, "I may not have been such a great father, but I'm hoping I can do better as a grandfather."
I'm just going to remember how lucky I am, and she is to have her grandfather around.
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Date: 2008-09-11 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-11 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-11 09:26 pm (UTC)And for a little more insight to things...here, from 9/11/02. If that doesn't make things clearer than mud, let me know and I'll tell the rest of the story.
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Date: 2008-09-11 09:59 pm (UTC)I would have certainly asked before, but at the time I felt like what you wrote (which I don't clearly remember now) was reflective (like today) but was more for yourself or people who already knew about the situation.
How and when did you and your Mom find out your Dad was alive? Was he hurt in the attack?
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Date: 2008-09-11 10:16 pm (UTC)He was relatively unhurt physically-just some scratches and scrapes. It's hard to say what happened mentally and emotionally.
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Date: 2008-09-12 12:43 am (UTC)In the fall of 2001 I had a student who had nightmares about planes hitting her school. She told me about it... and told me about how she got scared at school when she heard the loud crash of a box truck's back door closing because she thought it was an airplane crashing. She was 8. I remember calling her mom up and telling her about what E had told me at her lesson... and E telling me a couple of weeks later about how her mom got her a journal to write in and how she and her mom were having special "girl talk" nights to see how each other was doing. The students I taught today... I really don't think today was anything other than Thursday for them. It's a very strange feeling for me.