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My name is Michele Wurzer. I live in the Pacific Northwest, near Seattle, WA. On Sept. 11, 2001 I was taking my morning shower when my youngest son, Chad (15 years old), knocked on the bathroom door, with a message that I had a phone call from my oldest sister Kathy telling me to, "Quick, turn on the TV!". I jumped out of the shower, pulled on my robe, ran to the living room, and saw for myself the horrors of 9-11 in action, on my local news. And I was forever changed.
I literally felt the pain and loss that day; just as people all over the world did. The souls of those loved ones in Washington D.C., New York City, and Pennsylvania swept across our nation that hour; like a mighty wind across our land.
My brother-in-law, who lives near Sacramento, CA called me on the phone that day, and said that a fierce wind had swept through his area at the exact moment the towers fell. He said it was stronger than any Santa Ana wind he had ever experienced, in his lifetime of living in California. He also said it carried with it a feeling of loss and deep sadness. Or so that's the impression he got, when it blew over his area.
About seven hours later, while I was outside my home trying to find solace for my pain, amidst the flowers in my garden, an extremely strong wind sweep across my own hometown, north of Seattle, Washington, over 900 miles away from Sacramento. I am 100% convinced it was the same wind my brother-in-law felt, and told me about earlier that morning; as I too felt a deep sense of pain, grief and loss being carried along in the wind.
It was eerie...the whole experience. Like souls sweeping by. Thousands of them; all at the same time.
I know it sounds far fetched, but it's true. I have never felt anything like that in my entire life, nor do I ever hope to again. A loss so great...so hard to understand, consider, or even have to bear. My heart still grieves, and angers over that day. And I shall never, ever allow myself to forget.
I am only 40 years old, so don't have the personal history some do, of the same type of horrors at Pearl Harbor, that cold December morning, 60 years ago. But there are thousands of other Americans still living, who will never, ever forget that day in American history either; as long as they have breath in their souls to remember.
I am saddened, and yes, angered that I, as well as my children, and our current generation of Americans, now have our own "America Remembers..." moment in time, just like those veterans of WWII always will. :'o(
As the surviving friends and family members of the victims lost Sept. 11, 2001, in New York, Washington D.C. and a grassy field in Pennsylvania, approach thier first Christmas and New Year's without those sorely missed loved ones, I pray that somehow they may be able to discover renewed hope in their hearts, minds, and souls for a better, brighter, and fulfilling future for themselves and their children. And may they also find the strength and courage to reach out in love, and be able to trust once again.
God's peace to one and all this holiday season of 2001.
Michele Wurzer -
Everett, Washington; U.S.A.
Dec. 18, 2001
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