My memories of 9/11

[plsmom]

There are some days in your life that will always be ingrained in your memory.  I think for all of us, 9/11 will be one of those days.  I remember where I was, what I was doing, the feelings that swept over me.  I was working that day...sitting in my cubicle...when my friend sitting across the wall from me had a phone call from her Mom telling her that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center.  Our first thought was that it was a tragic accident but then another coworker pulled up a news website on her computer and we saw the 2nd plane crash.  I think we were all in shock for a while...not wanting to believe that someone could have intentionally caused that much harm.  All of a sudden, I realized that my son was in New York City.  He had just had his 20th birthday  and had always lived at home.  He had been through a lot of changes in the past few months.  He was asked to sing for a local band that was forming, they found a manager and had been asked to go to New York to meet executives from a record label about signing a record deal.  My husband and I had taken him to the airport the day before and they were teasing me because I was having such a hard time letting him go.  I've never gone to New York and had no idea where their hotel was or how close they were to the World Trade Center.  I picked up the phone and started trying to call him but ,of course, couldn't get through.  My coworkers and I were glued to the computer trying to find out what was happening...I was starting to get calls from family and friends of my son trying to find out if the guys were ok.  There were so many emotions going through me....fear for Paul, fear that the violence would continue, horror at what had been done, sadness for the victims...how could this happen in OUR country??  We finally got a phone call several hours later telling us that our boys were ok...the relief washed over me...along with guilt for feeling so happy when so many families would be getting heartbreaking news that same day.  Paul and the guys were supposed to fly home on the next day but all flights were cancelled so we had to start finding a way to get them back home.  (all the time being fearful that another attack would take place before we could get them safely out of New York)  They were finally able to get on a train later in the week....it took them 3 days and nights to make the trip home.  I vowed never to let him out of my sight again.  ( you can imagine how well that has worked out for me in the years since then...)  My heart still aches for all those Moms (and other family members) who lost their loved ones that day.   They should be remembered as heroes....those who lost their lives and those family and friends left behind.   Let us never forget....

[kymbernv]

Sep. 13, 2008 at 2:24 AM

Awwwww.........how scary that must have been! I remember where I was, and the absolute horror I felt. I remember just staring at the t.v. hardly believing what I was seeing!

I will never forget!!!   Thanks for sharing!!!