Notes From Heather’s Kitchen

I was running around like crazy as usual in the morning getting kids ready and off to school, running errands, etc, when I saw a massive display of firetrucks this morning.  There were firetrucks lined up all around the city memorial and trucks across the street.  Everywhere I looked there were Firemen, Police officers and reporters.  I wondered what had happened when the horrible realization came to me that it was 9-11.

I immediately felt ashamed and un-American because I forgot what the date was.  It’s not the date so much as the meaning behind it.  Remembering our fallen brothers and sisters should always be in the back of our minds and our hearts.  How sad that it took all of those firetrucks lined up to make me remember.

My blog for today is not about the cake I’m trying to finish or the newest kitchen gadget that everyone should have.  Instead, it’s to remember those we lost on 9-11-2001 and at least for a few moments let go of our busy schedule and remember the important things in our lives.  Our families, friends, and neighbors and taking the time to enjoy the little things in life.

I was sent this in an email today and I think it is worth sharing.

‘MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL’

       You say you will never forget where you were when
       you heard the news On September 11, 2001.
       Neither will I.

       I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room
       with a man who called his wife to say ‘Good-Bye.’ I
       held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the
       peace to say, ‘Honey, I am not going to make it, but it
       is OK..I am ready to go.’

       I was with his wife when he called as she fed
       breakfast to their children. I held her up as she
       tried to understand his words and as she realized
       he wasn’t coming home that night.

       I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a
       woman cried out to Me for help. ‘I have been
       knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!’ I said.
       ’Of course I will show you the way home - only
       believe in Me now.’

       I was at the base of the building with the Priest 
       ministering to the injured and devastated souls.
       I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He
       heard my voice and answered.

       I was on all four of those planes, in every seat,
       with every prayer. I was with the crew as they
       were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the
       believers there, comforting and assuring them that their
      faith has saved them.

       I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan ,  Afghanistan .
       I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.
       Did you sense Me?

       I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew
       every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me
       for the first time on the 86th floor.

       Some sought Me with their last breath.
       Some couldn’t hear Me calling to them through the
       smoke and flames; ‘Come to Me… this way. take
       my hand.’ Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
       But, I was there.

Have a terrific day.  Do everything you have to do.  Run your errands, pay your bills, pick up your kids from school, but take just a minute to remember the significance of 9-11.  After you remember those we lost, please remember our soldiers.