Monday, November 21, 2016

Day 2594 - The events that are seared into our brains forever

Where were you the day the Twin Towers came down? 


There are big world events that will forever be seared into our brains due to the sheer magnitude of it all.  The day the twin towers came down and the Boxing Day Tsunami are probably highest on my list.  In recent history I'd say the election of Trump as President is something I won't forget.



Then there are personal events that change our lives and stir up emotions so big that we can still feel the impact many years on; births, deaths and illness.

Here is some of the news I'll never forget.

The Twin Towers:  September 11 2001: It was the middle of the night and I was awake.  We hadn't long moved into our new home.  The model daughter was coming up to her 2nd birthday and I was struggling with terrible IBS.  I turned on the TV to watch reruns of 90210 when "plane flies into building" starting scrolling across the bottom of the screen.  Every time I turned the channel the same message appeared.  I finally found the live news feed and ran to wake my husband.  That feeling of dread inside of us, the complete disbelief as we watched it all unfold, is something I'll never forget.

Boxing Day Tsunami:  26 December 2004: It was the day after Christmas and we were at the coast.  I was breastfeeding my baby boy in my arms in front of the TV as people were preparing food in the kitchen (for lunch I think?).  The TV show was interrupted and it wasn't too long before we started to see live footage of the devastation.  230,000 people lost their lives that day.  I sobbed in disbelief as I held my boy even closer and wondered, what world has he entered? How do I keep him safe?.

My Mum's Diagnosis: 1984: I was at school, in year 9.  I was in class during silent reading when an announcement came over the loud speaker.  "Leanne Shea to the front office".  The moment I entered the waiting room and saw my dad standing there looking ashen, I felt the blood drain from my own face.  Mum had been in hospital for a few days as they undertook a barrage of tests to find out why she'd been so unwell.  I knew it was bad news and that our lives would never be the same again.  

The loss of my "other parents": September 1996: When I was 21 I went to the USA for 6 months to live with my bestie and her family in Pennsylvania.  I was totally immersed in her life which included sharing her parents.  Three months before her wedding I got a hysterical phone call that took me a while to decipher.  I'd just been in hospital with a seriously bad migraine so was in a morphine haze when she phoned.  Between the sobs she managed to tell me that both her parents had been killed in a car accident by a drunk driver.  I fell to the floor and cried for hours.

Falling pregnant:  January 1999: Derek and I had only been married a couple of months when I started to feel quite unwell.  I had blown up like a balloon after the wedding and had taken to wearing his t-shirts because my own fitted wardrobe was getting too uncomfortable.  For the first time since I hit drinking age, I couldn't stomach alcohol.  While children were going to be part of our future it was not something I was hoping for immediately.  After much contemplation I finally peed on a stick and the results made my head spin and my ears start to ring.  I walked out to the lounge room in complete shock and handed him the pregnancy test.  He just looked at me and said "we're going to have a baby".  I just sat on the couch and stared.

It's a boy:  August 2003: Derek had had three girls (his first baby passed away at 3 months of age), so when I fell pregnant with our second child he was convinced we'd be buying pink clothes again.  I went into the 20 week ultrasound on my own and asked the technician to tell me the sex of our baby.  By the time Derek and Tahlia came into the room I already knew the results.  Watching Derek's face as the technician told him it was a boy was priceless.  It's the first time I'd ever seen him cry.



Whether the news is good or bad, there are times in our lives when the news sears into our brains for eternity.  We remember exactly where we were, what were were wearing, who we were with, the date it happened and how it made us feel.

It's the news we will never forget.

Where were you the day the Twin Towers came down?

What big news has happened in your lifetime? 

What news will you never forget?



This post was prompted by Denyse Whelan for her "Life This Week Linky".

Speaking of linkies, don't forget the Lovin Life Linky goes live right here every Thursday at 7.30am Australian Eastern Daylight Savings Time. 









10 comments :

  1. I'm glad you had some happy ones in there too. It's funny how the sad ones are what spring to mind...

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  2. Last week on track as I was struggling down the Pass, Veronica, the gorgeously upbeat guide that helped me safely down, asked me to tell her about when I found out I was pregnant after trying for so long. It was a lovely memory to recount & certainly took my mind off the fear I had trying to pick my way down one slippery rock at a time.

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  3. Agree with Lydia, thanks for sharing happy as well as sad news!

    SSG xxx

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  4. The Port Arthur Massacre, the death of Princess Diana and 9/11 are burned into my brain. On a personal note both mine and my husband diagnosis of cancer. And on a happier note, finding out we were going to be parents after years of infertility.

    Thanks for sharing your memories. They certainly do make you worry for the safety of your kids. YIKES.

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  5. September 11, I was just about ready for bed and my sister sent me a text telling me to look at the news and see the planes. I thought by the time I turn the TV on, it will be over but she sent another one and I finally switched on and was just gobsmacked. Such an eerie day at work the next day. For Princess Diana's death, we were watching the football (Adelaide v Hawthorn as I recall) and it scrolled along the bottom of the screen. Mum was out the back talking to a neighbour over the fence and I came running up to them and said "Sorry - but Princess Diana has been killed". Port Arthur I was sick with glandular fever and heard it on the radio.

    Happier times - I was in the work bathroom when the fertility clinic rang to tell me I was pregnant and I was in the Dotti store in Rundle Mall when my now-husband called to ask me on our first date. I was also sick and home from school the day the Berlin Wall came down.

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  6. What a list of memories there Leanne and a mix of wondrous and disastrous. Thank you for sharing them with us. I think good news should stick with us as easily as bad news but apparently our brains dont always do that well. So much here and I hope you have recovered from the roller coaster of the ride through memory lane. Thanks for linking up. Denyse x #lifethisweek

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  7. Nathan and I were approaching our first wedding anniversary when 9/11 happened, ironically, on HIS parents' wedding anniversary. They've never been able to see the day in the same way since - what unspeakable tragedy x

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  8. Wow, some big moments in there. I was a uni student at the time of 9/11 and was staying over at a friends place preparing a presentation for uni the next day when it came on TV in the early hours of the morning. I'll never forget it

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  9. We were travelling Australia with our caravan and two small children, and about to board the Spirit of Tasmania in Melbourne when one of the staff told us about the twin towers. We were shocked but very relieved we were about to be in the middle of nowhere crossing Bass Strait! I also have vivid memories of when the news about Princess Diana's death was broadcast - it was a Sunday evening and I was sitting on the couch feeding Miss 20.

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  10. My old post today was about September 11. But I remember the day I heard about the Bali bombings - I was in Honiara (Solomon Islands) and watching the international ABC news channel which no longer exists.

    As for the Tsunami, my bestie (who now lives in NZ) and I were having Christmas at the Gold Coast.

    I also remember the news of Princess Diana's death as I was house-sitting for a friend of my brother's. It's weird isn't it how these things stick?!

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