“Remembering 9/11 And 9/12”

We’ll always remember September 11, 2001, yet we seem to forget what it felt like to wake up on September 12, 2001.

We woke up to a world that had become “one.” We woke up to a community that had become “family.” We woke up to neighbors that had become “friends.”

We woke up to a world that had become exactly what it should have been all along: one of love, kindness and compassion for everyone.

We woke up to a world “united,” not “divided.”

As we remember the tragic events of this day 18 years ago, it’s important to remember how the world felt the next day.

Today my thoughts and prayers are for all of us as we remember the events of 9/11 and that we remember the day that “the world would live as one.”

We can still be that world and we can be that world “together.”

Wishing you love and light,

~Anne Dennish~

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This is a picture of my oldest son, taken just two weeks before September 11, 2001.


“A Tragedy in Manchester, England”

The internet is filled with a mix of emotions over last nights’ tragedy in England, from anger and hatred to sadness. The world can feel so safe until something rocks our world and fills us with fear.

It seems that when tragedy strikes there are those that will say to “hug your children more, say I love you to those you love and be grateful for each day you are gifted,” yet I say we should be that way everyday. It shouldn’t take a tragedy to open our eyes to the life we are blessed to have and to be grateful for our loved ones.

So today let us all join together in compassion and kindess, love and understanding for the world. Let’s pray for England, for an end to violence in the world, and more importantly, let us pray for each other.

Wishing you love and light

and peace…

~Anne Dennish~

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Photo by Anne Dennish – copyright 2017

“9/11 – Remember It All”


Today is a day we always remember…we remember where we were, what we were doing, and how we felt at the moment that the first plane hit the tower. It was a rush of fear so strong through our country, and for those who had loved ones in the towers.

I remember that I was getting ready to take my fifth child, who was just two months old, to the pediatrician for a well visit. My other four babies had gone off to school. I turned on the news just as the second tower was hit. I think at first most of us weren’t sure what had happened or what was going on.

I drove up the Garden State Parkway, watching the trail of smoke in the sky. As I passed over the bridge in which I could see the NY skyline, I saw both towers on fire. I took my son for his check-up, and needless to say, it was somber in the office. My pediatricians’ son worked in the towers, and he hadn’t heard from him as of yet. In time I would learn that he was running late for work and was on the ferry when the planes hit. When I left the office, the towers had fallen. And my heart sunk, as I knew right then and there our country was under attack.

I was married at the time, and my husband was on a business trip in Washington state. He wouldn’t be flying home…he ended up renting a car and driving cross-country to get home to his family. He had just done work in the towers only the week before.

What I remember the most is the eery silence that followed that day, and for the days that followed. I remember my children coming home from school, asking a million questions, and me desperately trying to keep them away from the television. Yet I remember, even as young children, they needed to understand or do something. So, they gathered the other kids in our neighborhood and trekked to the corner, which was on a busy street. They stood with small flags and hand made signs of the USA, yelling to the cars to “honk your horn for the USA!” Such a small gesture, but one I’ll always remember.

The silence of no planes in the air was more deafening than a house filled with children; it was ghostly, scary, and unnerving, not knowing if there was more to come. I remember the smell in the air, even at the Jersey Shore…one you never forget.

Yes, it is a day to remember, to honor those lost, and the families living without them. It 9-11-neverforgetis a day to “never forget.”

Yet, while we’ll always remember the tragedy, we need to remember how a country joined together as one that day; how strangers consoled you; how neighbors were suddenly all huddled in the street together. We need to remember the feelings of togetherness that day, not just the feelings of the loss.

“Never forget the tragedy of 9/11, yet never forget the bond of a country, a neighborhood, a town, of strangers.”

Imagine if we all remembered that as well…

Wishing you peace today and always,

~Anne Dennish~

A makeshift peace sign of flowers lies on top John Lennon's "Strawberry Fields" memorial  in New York's Central Park,   Wednesday Dec. 7, 2005. The memorial is near the Dakota building where Lennon, a former member of the Beatles, lived with his wife Yoko Ono and son Sean when he was murdered outside the building.  Thursday is the 25th anniversary of his death.  (AP Photo/Bebeto Matthews)