Getting ready for work. Crying. Going to work. Being scared, and then angry and confused at how anyone would find that behavior helpful in any reasonable way.
I was about to leave for a well-earned vacation from my 3 preschoolers to visit my sis in Boston. My mom called to let me know she didn't think we were going anywhere.
All those people...just like that. It was hard to take, still is.
Driving my oldest kids to Kindergarten and first grade respectively, and listening to The Pat Gray Morning Program when the announcement first hit and they thought the first plane was an aviation accident. When we got to the school, the second plane had found its target, and everyone knew that this was no fluke.
First plane, I didn't know it happened, 'til I turned on the morning news. I thought maybe a small plane had an accident. Then the second hit. My mom (who has since passed) came in the room (I had just became divorced and was staying with parents) and said (upon second hit on WTC) "Nick is in that tower. I can hear him." Ok, Mom, suuuuure. ;-)
Nick was my friend from Wales and I figured he was still in Hong Kong or something, not N.Y.
Never heard from Nick again.
A year later (on first 9/11 anniv. - hadn't ever heard from him again) I learned my friend Nick had been in that Windows On the World Restaurant for a meeting and died on 9/11.
Mom, you always knew "stuff" when we thought you were nuts. Miss you. :)
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Getting ready for work. Crying. Going to work. Being scared, and then angry and confused at how anyone would find that behavior helpful in any reasonable way.
I was about to leave for a well-earned vacation from my 3 preschoolers to visit my sis in Boston. My mom called to let me know she didn't think we were going anywhere.
All those people...just like that. It was hard to take, still is.
And those darned terrorists screwed my vacay.
Driving my oldest kids to Kindergarten and first grade respectively, and listening to The Pat Gray Morning Program when the announcement first hit and they thought the first plane was an aviation accident. When we got to the school, the second plane had found its target, and everyone knew that this was no fluke.
First plane, I didn't know it happened, 'til I turned on the morning news. I thought maybe a small plane had an accident. Then the second hit. My mom (who has since passed) came in the room (I had just became divorced and was staying with parents) and said (upon second hit on WTC) "Nick is in that tower. I can hear him." Ok, Mom, suuuuure. ;-)
Nick was my friend from Wales and I figured he was still in Hong Kong or something, not N.Y.
Never heard from Nick again.
A year later (on first 9/11 anniv. - hadn't ever heard from him again) I learned my friend Nick had been in that Windows On the World Restaurant for a meeting and died on 9/11.
Mom, you always knew "stuff" when we thought you were nuts. Miss you. :)
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