Tears in Heaven
Posted on September 12, 2011
I begin this post by borrowing Alan Jackson´s question, `Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?´
The day nor the year need be said.
I was living in Franklin,TN.
Esten, our two year old and I had just dropped Erling Jr., our four year old, off at preschool. Erling Sr. was traveling out of town.
I had called a girlfriend in Boston just to catch up that morning, and she said, `Kim, I can´t talk right now, you need to turn on your TV.´
I did so and sat down on my bed and watched in confusion.
Then I saw the second plane crash and understood.
I remember saying OUT LOUD,` Oh Dear God, Oh Dear God, all those people!´
Erling Sr. called.
My parents called.
My neighbor called.
Then I called my sister.
I checked on Esten who was happy playing trucks in the other room, and debated picking up Erling Jr.
And I cried.
As the events of the day unfolded I cried more.
I remember reaching a point I didn´t think I could cry any more.
I was empty.
A few days later,
I began miscarrying. I was pregnant.
Turns out there was a significant increase in miscarriages during that month on that year.
A decade later, the wounds are still fresh.
It hurt just as bad to watch it all happen again.
The suffering of all of those innocent people and their families.
I remained glued to the coverage just as before.
My life was forever changed by that day, that month, that year.
I still hurt, but I forgive.
We must move on.