Entry 87: Remembering
It's strange how memories work, and not work, for that matter.
About 14 years ago, I was eating breakfast in grade school. I remember the teacher from the other classroom telling our class to turn on the TV, because "we" were attacked. On the news, a building was billowing with smoke. Apparently a plane had crashed into it. And not much later, another plane flew into the other tower. I remember the news anchors talking in disbelief, wondering why this was happening. I remember the silence of the plane crash, which was inaudible from the distant cameras.
But I don't remember feeling anything.
I knew this was a tragic event and people lost family members in the incident, but I had no similar incidents in my life to relate with. Even to this day, I cannot relate to the pain and suffering that comes with loss.
Even so, my current film project deals with this subject, but from a perspective of someone who has never loss anyone. What is that like? How do you explain the agony of loss to someone who has never loss anyone, and how do you explain having never been able to feel that type of pain?
If you can, please share your story of where you were that day, 14 years ago, because I am still curious about how you have dealt with this event, and overcame it.