We had plans to go to church Sunday…Michael got up early…as mentioned previously he had a race last Saturday. He ran 50 miles in the Bartlett race…he did the best he ever has…I can’t remember his finish time, but he placed 4th. He PR’ed in the 50k…and the 50 miles. Go Michael go. He woke up Sunday and said he didn’t think he could go down the stairs at church…so we decided to do this:
Look at that…my little family snug in our bed! We watched NBC news and their show that morning. All week I have been watching an amazing show on TV called Rising: Rebuilding Ground Zero…and it was fascinating and also very emotional to see what those people went through. Sunday was the last of the shows…and it was how they built the museum at Ground Zero. If you remember the picture after the building had fell, there were 13 tridents left standing, which was the base of the towers. They took two of them and put them inside the museum and built the museum around them. The last clip of the show was about Ladder 3. Thirteen firefighters went up to save people and never came back. One of the men’s dad was a commentator on the show, they identified what was left of his son’s body, 3 months later. Anyways, the firetruck was somewhat recognizable but was severely mangled by all the steel that fell on it…it has been preserved in a hanger at JFK Airport for 10 years. They shrink wrapped the truck and put it on a trailer and drove it back to its home at Ground Zero. They had built the museum in such a way that left a hole big enough for the fire truck to go through vertically, 70′ down to the basement of one of the towers….a mere 5′-10′ from where it was wrecked. All of the firefighters were present when they hoisted it down. They had bag pipes that played Amazing Grace…it was almost like a funeral for the truck. They would later finish the building, closing the hole.
I remember like it was yesterday. I am pretty sure I have posted about it before…Michael and I were in college, in Starkville, MS…it was a cooler September day. The Monday before Michael had made an appt. to get his ear worked on in the health clinic…I being his driver for most of his life…drove and waited on him in the appt. There was one other girl waiting in the waiting room when it came on the air. We were in complete shock. The nurses started running around telling people..and Michael’s dr. stopped working on his ear to watch the news. We left the clinic and went straight to the gas station and then home…we would be glued to the TV for the next several days. Classes were canceled and there was not a drop of gas in town. We had a home football game that Saturday, we were the first football game back on the air after 9/11. After the game, we decided to go home…to be with our families, but weren’t sure if we could make it with the gas left in the tank. We decided to go for it and luckily Tupelo had gas.
10 years later…so much has changed in everyone’s lives…I think it is awesome that the victims families have a memorial to go to now…since most of them never found closure…until that memorial was opened Sunday….