Comments on: The View From Shanksville: Remembering September 11, 2001 http://danielpipitonedesign.com/2009/08/the-view-from-shanksville/ Graphic Design Fri, 20 Jan 2012 20:29:11 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v= By: Hana http://danielpipitonedesign.com/2009/08/the-view-from-shanksville/comment-page-1/#comment-1965 Hana Wed, 12 Aug 2009 00:49:20 +0000 http://danielpipitonedesign.com/?p=1027#comment-1965 Bill and I went to Shanksville a few years back. I remember chatting in the car until we turned the corner on the approach to the site. Instantly I was silenced, overwhelmed with the impact of the day once again. Transported to my bedroom, eyes glued to the television, phone to my ear...trying to make sense, fighting off fear, wanting my family close by. I knew firsthand what it was like to be an early widow. I understood some of what those left behind were experiencing. I grieved with them. September 10, 1989 was the day my nightmare journey into widowhood began. Twelve years and one day later, my own pain was multiplied by thousands. Thousands. Unimaginable. Inconceivable. Grief and pain. Confusion and fear. The emotions came stampeding toward me as I took in the sights around me at Shanksville. I could not speak. I could barely breathe. All I could do was pray. Bill and I went to Shanksville a few years back. I remember chatting in the car until we turned the corner on the approach to the site. Instantly I was silenced, overwhelmed with the impact of the day once again. Transported to my bedroom, eyes glued to the television, phone to my ear…trying to make sense, fighting off fear, wanting my family close by.

I knew firsthand what it was like to be an early widow. I understood some of what those left behind were experiencing. I grieved with them. September 10, 1989 was the day my nightmare journey into widowhood began. Twelve years and one day later, my own pain was multiplied by thousands. Thousands. Unimaginable. Inconceivable. Grief and pain. Confusion and fear.

The emotions came stampeding toward me as I took in the sights around me at Shanksville. I could not speak. I could barely breathe. All I could do was pray.

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