9/11 Memory x

I guess there will be a lot of these blog posts over the next few days....10 years and I can still picture it all vividly, as i'm sure can all who are old enough to remember. But then I wonder now what I actually remember and what has been filled in by the News from days after?

I was living in Glasgow at the time with my daughter and a boyfriend. We had decided to take a short holiday and I chose a place that I visited often as a child/teen with my family.

A place where my friend Les describes to perfection in his blog:
http://lesism.blogspot.com/2011/08/spiritual-homecoming.html
(Check him out!!! he's awesome...but not like a hot dog! Thank you Eddie Izzard for the loan of that joke xx)

We were staying in a log cabin on the side of Loch Goil, in a holiday village overlooking the loch. We had spent the morning in the on-site swimming pool and having had dinner, I of course had a little sleep (really no surprise to anyone who knows me!), whilst my daughter and my boyfriend had gone for a wander.

When I awoke I switched on the TV as I walked past, to pop the kettle on for a lovely cup of tea. Leaving the kettle to boil, I walked back to the TV and wondered what weird disaster movie I was watching.....so I changed channels...only to be confronted by the same images :( I remember just standing watching...but now I don't remember whether I saw the second plane hit or whether my brain has just filled in the blanks.

I was standing on the little balcony looking over the loch, lost in a world of thought, when my daughter and my boyfriend returned a short time later, full of laughter and stories of their adventures. The look on my face enough to stop them short...

I remember sobbing as the towers fell....and being heartbroken for all those people stuck inside and also their families. But I also remember being annoyed by the News broadcasters for making guesses about who had carried out the attacks.

I kept the TV on until the early hours of the 12th because new footage was being brought forward all the time and I just needed to see it. I'm not sure why.....

I don't remember anything of the rest of our little holiday, which is not really surprising, it all kind of faded into the background.
I have also never been back to Loch Goil, as I moved down to Wales less than a year later and life kind of took over.

I wonder how it would feel if I were there now, stood looking over the loch? Would I remember 10 years ago and recall those feelings of horror? Or would it be more like my childhood when jets would fly down the valley and scare the pants off my brother and me as we sat in a rowing boat on the loch :D?

I would hope it would be the latter but it would be interesting to find out :)

Love,
Paula xx