for 9/11. The truth is, is that when it happened
I was living in my car with my elementary aged
children and in a full blown symptom that tainted
my reasoning. It was a terrible thing to have happen
and I was almost in one of those airplanes myself. I
just happened to have flown a couple of days before.
You see, my world ended and my life was forever
changed on that day. I traveled with my children to
pick up my mother and we went to a crisis house. I
walked my children to the back door and left my mother
at the front door. You see. I am still mixed up about it.
My stepdad had kicked me out of the house and they
kept my kids. I went to DC to my grandmother's house
to look for a place for me and the kids. She wouldn't let
me borrow her car and I felt trapped. I told her that I
changed my mind and wanted to go home. She said "wait,
it is too soon". What she meant by that, I don't know. I felt
that I was losing my kids and that it would look like
abandonment. So, I flew home from DC the night of the 9th?
Or the 10th? I just know that it was really close to that day.
I don't fly now. Also, that day is forever imbedded into our
memories and we will never forget. I will never forget that
day. All of those people who lost their lives and me the day
that forever changed my life. It forever changed all of our
lives. It is a devastatingly difficult day to remember for all
of us. I have survivor's guilt. It was "too soon". I was
supposed to be on one of those planes.