Honoring the Lives Lost on 9/11
It’s 4am and I took a moment to clean house on FB… it’s 9/11 and I don’t see jack shit anywhere on the feed. Oh, how quickly we can forget things because the bubble we live in is so small.
But for me, it’s a memory I will never forget.
In those early morning hours, I was getting ready to run errands. It was 7:50 am and I was sitting in the Target parking lot waiting for it to open. I was listening to the radio when I heard the words “terror attack” and I could hear in the spokesperson’s voice the dismay as his voice shook making the announcement.
I left the parking lot and headed home to turn on the news and my heart sank.
I called my husband who was stuck late at work and told him what was happening.
He was also in disbelief.
I cried for the thousands who died and the even more thousands who loved them.
I cried for the first responders who ran into the chaos knowing they may never return.
I cried for those who survived and felt guilty (survivor’s guilt) in doing so.
I cried because I felt helpless. I had just found out I was pregnant. I had gotten out of the Guards a year earlier and struggled because I wanted to do something.
And on this day 21 years later, the baby I was carrying at that time is now grown, serving this country with a sense of respect and honor uncommon in a 20-year-old. His heart runs deeps with the words “Protect and Serve” much like his father. I wonder sometimes if his baby soul could feel what I felt that day and if it somehow impacted his mission in life.
Spend a moment to honor this time in our country’s history.
Honor those who serve our country and our communities.
Honor those who have loved and lost on this infamous day.
In Loving Regard,
Becky Costello, Psychic Medium
Dancing Elk Shamanic Healing