When I was in my late teens, my mom pulled out an old scrapbook she had once made. Newspaper clippings from the assassination of JFK. As she leafed through each page, we sat and talked about the event. Where she was when it happened, how her world had forever changed that day....
Seeing the old clippings gave me a glimpse into a life I never knew.
I wanted to do the same.....a bittersweet kind of feeling that a "life changing" event would have to occur in order for me to do this..
That day came on Sept 11, 2001. I sat watching a plane slam into the side of a building. I ate my cereal. I was writing day 2 of my CA exams that day...
Great timing I thought. Some crazy dude flew his little plane too low and hit a building.
I came out of the exam 5 hours later and Tim called...I remember his exact words....
The world we knew is very different now.
Each day I would clip articles from the newspaper and carefully arrange them into a scrapbook...
84,456 hours...the last page in my scrapbook had been left blank.
5,067,360 minutes has passed. Each year Tim and I flip the pages, the news paper articles now fading. Remembering like it was yesterday....until today.
304,041,600 seconds has passed until I could finally glue down the last piece of the puzzle. A sense of relief, a sense of closure for me.
And so, this scrapbook is finished, and one day I will sit with my kids and read to them the stories of loss, despair, courage and sacrifice..