Scar tissue dulls pain, not memories
by Liz Thompson
Suburban News Publications
Ten years has passed yet most of us can remember where we were and what we were doing on that fateful day.
Casey Beacom, 21, of Sunbury remembers where she was when the planes crashed into the Twin Towers. Her memories are as a young girl yet remarkably accurate. Most of us relate to her words easily.
“I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in sixth-grade study hall when I walked into the classroom. The TVs were on which was very unusual,” Casey remembered. “It took me a few minutes to completely understand what had happened and then the second tower was hit. I remember my teachers were freaking out and all of us students were trying to grasp what was happening.”
New York City seemed far from Ohio life. Understanding the impact was especially difficult with this distance and unfamiliarity. It wasn’t happening a few blocks away.
“It was hard to believe it was real, because it wasn’t happening outside our windows — it was happening in another state,” Casey added. “I honestly didn’t know what the significance of the Twin Towers was at the time nor did I know they existed. As I sat in study hall watching the news coverage, I heard them say that the FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) teams had been called and would start to arrive.”
Casey’s dad, Ed Beacom, an Upper Arlington firefighter, was part of the Ohio Task Force One that headed to NYC that same day.
When Casey got home from school, she quickly learned that her dad was on his way to NYC. “I got a sense of pride that my Dad was talented enough that they wanted him to go. Although I don’t know from personal experience, I’m guessing it’s a feeling close to that of a soldier’s family member,” she said.
She vividly remembers being more proud than scared. “I knew the security was being watched a lot more carefully and everyone was on guard and I knew my dad was in good hands,” Casey said.
Time makes a difference. No doubt. An old saying that “time heals all wounds” is often true.
Rose Kennedy, mother of President John F. Kennedy, had a different take. “It has been said, ‘Time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”
This country will never be the same and has its share of wounds. In some ways, it is better. It certainly has changed. I turned 50 on that day 10 years ago.
As I face my 60th birthday, I ponder these changes. In me and this country.
Liz Thompson is a freelance writer and former SNP reporter who lives in Grove City with her husband, Bob. Contact her at email@example.com.