Today I’m Thankful.


I try to appreciate all that life has to offer and to live in the moment every day. I really do. But some days are more difficult than others, and on this one, I can’t help but sadly reflect on the significance of an anniversary that no sane person could ever celebrate.


I’m thankful for every first responder on the planet, like my brother-in-law, Todd Lewis. They put their lives in front of ours without a second thought, because that’s what their hearts tell them to do.

I’m thankful that for my children, today is a history lesson, void of the pain that many generations before them carry.

I’m thankful to have known Todd Weaver in college. He was killed in the Tower Two attack, after witnessing and feeling, more acutely than you or I could ever imagine, the confusion and fear of the first. We worked together, and I think about his sweet, mischievous smile on the same day every year. I hope that he, the 2,976 additional victims, and the American soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan who forfeited their lives to protect ours, are in a peaceful place.

I’m thankful for everyone who serves or who has served in the United States Military.

I’m thankful for the phrase “I can hear you! I can hear you! The rest of the world hears you, and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon!”  There was no political divide in the United States at the moment President Bush chose to speak to the world. He rallied a battered and bleeding nation that day, and inspired those of us who could, to stand back up.

I’m thankful that Osama bin Laden is dead. I hate even mentioning his name, except to say that he’s dead.

I’m thankful to be alive.

I’m thankful that my husband made it out of the Sears Tower when Al Queda attacked eleven years ago. As his office was evacuated, he wondered, with real urgency amidst a swirl of rumors, fear, and speculation, if this was the day he was going to die.

I’m thankful that we’re a nation made of grit. Today we grieve together, and will continue to grieve. But our ancestors built this country from nothing, and we will carry forward that great tradition of working, fighting against adversity, growing, and becoming stronger. We will always get back on our feet after a sucker punch to the gut. Always. The incredible actions of Flight 93’s passengers are a testimony to our national conscience and brave resolve.

I’m thankful for the survivors, and for any moments of happiness that they and the victims’ families are able to embrace.

I’m thankful to be a parent.

I’m thankful to live in a country that offers me the freedom to do whatever I want and be whoever I want. Today, tomorrow, and always.

I’m thankful that when I answered my children’s innocent questions about September 11 on the way to school, I was able to get out of the parking lot before I started to cry.


For two beautiful, compelling perspectives on September 11, 2001, check out Remembering at The Kitchen Slattern Speaks and Where I Was Today, Eleven Years Ago at Bharatwrites.

69 responses »

  1. ‘We will always get back on our feet after a sucker punch to the gut. Always’ — I love this. It made me think of a line in a Peter Steele song about the United States where he says ‘You don’t fuck with the eagle!’

  2. I was working in downtown New York when 9/11 happened eleven years ago… My building (World Financial Center) was connected to the World Trade Center by a pedestrian bridge. Today, so many years later, the visions of that day (and subsequent days, weeks, months) continue to haunt me. And yes, like you, remembering 9/11 still chokes me up. I hope we continue to remember – not just the pain we endured, but the lessons we learned. Thanks for the post, Stacie.

  3. Wonderful tribute, Stacie. I think you captured what so many of us feel. I, too, am thankful for so much. Thank you for reminding me to be so.

  4. Pingback: Where I was today, eleven years ago | Bharatwrites

  5. What a great post about this day, really. I’ve read quite a few that focused on the politics of it all, and reliving their experiences on that day, but nothing like this.

    I’m sorry to hear about your college friend, but happy to hear your husband was safe. What a scary thing that must have been for both of you.

  6. Very evocative! I’ve often wondered about the same sentiment you’ve expressed in the first line of your post. I think it is important, even therapeutic to reflect on past happenings, especially the sad ones, to feel grateful and remember the ones who matter to you.

  7. Beautiful sentiments here. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. It’s hard enough to get through the terrible sadness of this day without knowing anyone personally who was affected. I can’t imagine how hard it is for those who lost someone, too.

  8. I remember. A day does not go by when I don’t think about those poor people and their families. I hope they have found some comfort. It is good to be grateful just as it is good to remember so we don’t let it happen again.

  9. I think it is important to remember, and be grateful,and this is a lovely tribute. But I think it’s also important on anniversaries like 9/11 to reflect on our country’s presence in the world and how we can learn from tragedy. Being a victim of someone else’s unjustified violence is an opportunity to examine the nature of violence and how we participate, as well. For example, I don’t really agree that this country was “built from nothing,” as several hundred thousand Native people might not either. There was a great something here, and throughout the Americas, when European contact occurred. It was systematically destroyed with every manner of violence in order to build this country on a foundation of genocide and slavery. I’m just saying, the darkness isn’t always “out there.”

    • All excellent points. I would expand, but I’ve had a couple of cocktails and am up way too late. In addition, I couldn’t agree or disagree with what you’ve written in a manner that comes close to your eloquence, so I’ll abstain. Just to look smart. =)

  10. It all still seems so real, and at the same time, like a bad dream. Thank you for commemorating this terrible event with such a beautiful post, Stacie. I hope your children never have to witness anything like what happened that day.

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