09/11/2026
I wince every time I write the date and this year it feels even more somber. I was only 11 when the attacks happened, and we had just moved from Chicago area to San Antonio. I was in 6th grade and had only just started attending public school after being homeschooled for the elementary years.
I found this journal entry this morning and wanted to share. I wish I hadn’t been so formal (lol) but honestly I was a pretty serious kid so maybe this was a real glimpse into my headspace at the time. I remember being in math class and doing something on the whiteboard when an announcement came over the speaker. And then I just remember lots of fear and watching footage all day long in each classroom on the tvs mounted in the corners. I really don’t remember a whole lot after that or what conversations were had around me. I wish I’d written more down and honestly it’s why I still keep a (sparse) journal. We are our best records of our own history.
Each year, I watch every video that crosses my feed, read every article I see, and just let myself sink into the tragedy. In a perhaps strange way, it’s how I choose to honor the victims and show gratitude for the many heroes. I feel like I can’t turn away. I was young when it happened, and I was fortunate to not experience direct loss. But I think anyone old enough to remember anything about that day was forever changed.
This year I listened to all of the Mo News Interview podcasts— they interviewed former CIA Deputy Director Michael Morrell, John Feal (founder of the FealGood Foundation that advocates for those injured or sickened by the toxic dust at Ground Zero), and Erin Jackman (sister of Brooke Jackman who was killed on 9/11). All three interviews were poignant, moving, important. I highly recommend you listen.
I know everyone feels the weight of this day. It feels wrong to just get up and go to work but I guess we do anyway. Love yall.