September 11, 1946, who would have thought that this month and day, would have such a significant impact on the world in 2001. It was very strange to me that I celebrated this day every year of my life and never realized the significance of 911 until 2001. Who would have thought in their wildest dreams that a strange, foreign land of people would some day take something that to us means help and safety and turn it into something that will always bring horror and devastation to so many and that will go down in history as one of the worst days in the history of our great country.
I find it odd that I never thought of my birthday as 911 until this day and I guess for me
the reason I find it odd is that numbers, dates and such have always brought special meaning to me. I am the oldest of three children and the only girl. I thought it was very
odd that in 1968 and 1969 that me, and both of my sister-in laws would be pregnant at the same time. Each of them with their first child and me with my second. What
to me made this even more unusual was that we all gave birth in months that begin with
J-June, July, 1968 and January 1969 and all on the 22nd day of the month. Unfortunately for me my life after the birth of my second son was only taking on a whole different turn due to the fact that after the birth of my nephew in January, 1969 my son, who was born on July 22, 1968 died from SIDS, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. For me this day will always be one of the worst days of my life.
I want to share a little of this experience with you as it is something that has been bottled up in me for almost 42 years. I had two children on February 1, 1969 when I woke up that morning. My husband was getting up early to go hunting with a friend. As he was getting ready to leave I asked him if he would check on the baby who was at this time 6 months and 10 days old. I had not had much sleep the night before as neither of my children slept through the night and I had to get up several times with one or the other of them. At this time I was only 22 years old. Is there some significance in that number that goes along with the birthdays? I donít know. When my husband checked on the baby he was very quite. He came into our bedroom and told me to go to my motherís house which was next door. This began the strangest few days of my life. I was there going through the motions of breathing and living but I felt like I was out of my body, like I was above looking down on what was going on. I think this was Godís way of protecting me and giving me what I needed to survive the most devastating thing that can happen to a parent. Your child dies before you do.
People try very hard to express their sympathy at a time like this but until you have experienced this in your own life you will never truly understand. I still had a three year old son that I had to remain strong for so that also helped me get through each day. I had parents who loved me and were always there for me and also a lot of fine Christian people who helped each day.
Is it hard? Yes, everyday of my life I remember the little boy that I never got to SEE grow up and will never know what he would have done with his life. I do have one consolation in all this. I know that he is with God and that I will someday SEE him again.