It’s Never Just Another Day

september 11


So long as I have this blog, I will never be able to write about anything else on September 11th because it will never be just another day on the calendar to me and writing about Friday favorites, sharing recipes that involve peanut butter or talking about running just seems wrong for me.

I shared my thoughts about September 11th, 2001 last year, what I remember from that day and during the years that followed. You can read the original post here but I am going to share a good portion of that post with you this morning.

I often think about September 10, 2001 before it all happened. When life was innocent.

When I went to Roosevelt Field mall during my lunch break looking for a birthday gift for my mother since her birthday was the next day, September 11th. Happy Birthday mom!

When you didn’t really look around you in the mall, worrying about where the emergency exits were or if the man over there was suspicious.

When you didn’t think about terrorists or taking your shoes off in the airport or worry that your peanut butter would somehow count for a liquid on an airplane.

It was the year of my engagement, two months before my wedding day and just a few weeks before my bridal shower.

I remember driving to work the morning of September 11th in the gorgeous morning sunshine with the sunroof open, taking note of the bright blue sky and crisp Autumn-like air.

I remember being at my desk before 9:00 am (I was always early) and my coworker running in asking if anyone else had heard that a plane had crashed into the World Trader Center.

I remember calling my fiancé (funny to use that term now but that’s what my now ex-husband was) on his cell phone while he was driving to work and he answered shouting about what he was witnessing from the Long Island Expressway just outside of Manhattan.

My coworkers and I gathered around to listen to the radio and watch news coverage on one small television.

We were sent home for the day before 11:00 am.

I remember eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with an apple for lunch as I watched the horrific news coverage in the den at my parents house where I still lived at the time while talking to my best friend Heather on the phone since she was also sent home for the day from work down in Florida. Her uncle worked in the Pentagon but he was okay.

I remember trying to reach friends and family in the city to see that they were okay.

I think back now to the difference in technology. We didn’t have text or cameras built into our phones, the internet didn’t serve us as it does now nor did we have a thing called social media to keep us informed and connected.

I had a Startac phone with no caller id, nothing smart about it other than dialing and offering me call waiting.

I remember baking chocolate chip cookies and subbing the oil with applesauce and eating the batter raw with my cousin Amy, who was stranded at my house because the bridges and tunnels were shut down and she couldn’t get home to the city.

I remember going to get my mother a birthday cake that night from TCBY, the only store opened in the area.

I remember barely sleeping at night for weeks because of the news coverage on television all night long of people looking for their missing loved ones.

I remember being afraid to leave the house in the dark, especially in the morning before work when I would normally go to the gym, so instead, I spent my time on the treadmill in my parents’ basement where I felt safe.

I remember hearing about friends of mine who lost their parents, relatives and close friends as well as those close to me who survived.

I remember canceling my lavish honeymoon and changing the destination completely because we were afraid to fly and be too far from home not sure of what the heck would be going on in the world.

I will never forget how afraid I was to go to my aunt’s apartment in the city to celebrate Rosh Hashanah, only a week later. I was afraid to go over the Triboro bridge and afraid to get out of the car when we parked on Lexington Avenue.

I remember the smell of lower Manhattan a month after September 11th when I had no choice but to be downtown for a meeting. The burning smell which lingered on for so long was so strong still at that point and it was a reminder of what we were living through.

I recall the one year anniversary of September 11th being almost as upsetting somehow as the actual day.

One of my co-workers brought in munchkins (not to celebrate but more as an emotional eating session) where we sat for a while and lots of us cried.

As the years keep passing, I don’t forget.

On September 11, 2003, I was nine months pregnant, picking up the keys to our first house which we closed on days earlier. I recall watching the 9/11 news coverage all morning while I continued to pack before going to meet my realtor.

On September 11, 2006, I watched the news coverage as I tried to get my son ready for his first day of preschool. Which was a total disaster of a day – he cried the entire four hours of school and I cried listening to him cry as I sat in the preschool office unable to leave the building.

Three years ago today I left a part-time job in event planning to go off on my own to explore a career for myself by going back to school to further explore a new direction in health, fitness and freelance writing. It really couldn’t have been a happier time and major turning point in my life yet at the same time, I didn’t forget and will never forget.

And so yes, the weekend is here, today is my mom’s birthday and Rosh Hashanah begins Sunday night. I have food shopping to do, holiday cooking to accomplish, a cake to bake and a long run on the schedule for tomorrow.

But we can talk about all that another time.

september 11

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No questions today but your thoughts are always welcome 🙂



Author: The Cookie ChRUNicles

Hi! I'm Meredith. Join me while I run and cook my way through single motherhood. It is always an adventure trying to teach my 12 year old son the benefits of an active lifestyle combined with healthy eating while of course, still leaving room for dessert.

23 thoughts on “It’s Never Just Another Day”

  1. We all changed in that day, and each of us in different degrees, different amounts. We all had different fears. I was just coming to age where I could understand fear of that larger scale (I was 13). I was dealing with my own issues (my diagnosis) and fears, but yet this was greater. This wasn’t just fear: it was profound loss and destruction. And questions. Lack of closure.

  2. It’s never just another day round these parts. I have trouble dealing with it, to be honest, and though I won’t often talk about it, the week leading up I always recall all the events of that day, from my perspective in college at the time. And then from pretty much every other perspective I’ve heard since. It’s really tough, this is just a really hard day.

    1. It’s really tough on me too. The whole week and even weeks before leading up to today and remembering where I was, what I was doing, how I was getting married etc. How we went from innocence to our lives never the same.

  3. Thanks, that was an excellent post. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was working as a police officer in Atlanta. Those were scary days. The silence of the airport for days. Working non stop for days. Wondering if I was going to be called back up for military service. The 911 calls for service dropped drastically as people realized what was really important, that was shortlived. This is something that I will never forget.

  4. I felt weird when I realized I would be posting something totally unrelated today but I also don’t feel like I have the words to talk about what today means. I remember your post from last year and I couldn’t imagine being in NY for that. I had just started college a week earlier and I felt so helpless being so far away. It was awful knowing my dad was working in the city and of course if took forever to get confirmation that he was ok. Many students at Loyola were also from NY and so of course I heard a lot of horrible stories. It really did change everything. I will never forget the first time I drove back home from school and no longer seeing the twin towers from the Verrazano.

    1. And I suddenly recall us discussing this via comments last year! Wow, feels like yesterday. So so weird when you see the skyline without the towers. Even weirder – watching a television show that still has the towers in the background, like old Sopranos or Sex and the city.

  5. I remember that day as I was standing in my classrooma and a cowork stopped and the look on his face said it all; he came back a second time after the second plane hit and I said “what is happening?” Remember trying to protect the students in my classroom from the horror. I was coaching soccer and remember just staring at the beautiful, blue, quiet sky that night still trying to comprehend what was happening and if it was happeing again. A frightened parent taking her child to Shanksville, PA because she was worried about her parents. That weekend I was registered for the Philadelphia Half Marathon and I remember checking the website because there was some discussion about canceling it and I remember that Sunday at the Half, runners carried flags and before the start of the race they read the list of those who had registered for the race but never made it to the start line because of the events on that Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I remember shedding a tear as the entire group of runners sang “God Bless America” I remember and will never forget!

  6. It amazing what an impact 9/11 had on everyone. I remember the day as clear as possible, and every year I wake up and play back that day in my head. It’s incredible to think that there is a generation of children who do not know what like life was like before an event as profound as 9/11.

  7. I feel like I’m so far away from it all, being in a different country on the other side of the continent but I’ll never forget where I was (in my life and also physically that day) and how the world was never the same after that tragedy. It was never the same.

  8. I will never forget being in fifth grade and being able to see the smoke rising from the hilltop of my elementary school in Westchester where the gym had a glass wall. They brought us to the assembly alone without the other elementary students to tell us what happened with the older kids, and most of us had parents working in the city so it was terrifying. My brother and I waited with my mom that night until my dad called – he ended up walking over a bridge into Queens and getting picked up by a friend in Long Island, since he couldn’t get home to Westchester/Fairfield, but he was safe. Some friends weren’t so lucky.

  9. I remember this day vividly. Even though I was young, and didnt fully grasp what happened very quickly, I remember it all. It pains me to know that the people who lost loved ones will forever mourn. I couldn’t even imagine living so close to it all.

  10. I can’t even imagine being in your shoes and being so close to it all. I was only 12 when it happened, over a 1000 miles away in St. Louis, and I remember being scared and confused—I did not understand the significance of it at all but I knew it was horrific event. I think they shut down the Arch for a while, which made my young mind think we were next.
    On a better note, Happy Birthday to your mom!

    1. It was a very scary time back then, especially being so close and knowing so many people personally affected. It really changed the way we look at life and every time I am in the city, which is quite often, I think about that day – every single time.

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