It still feels as if 9/11/01 was the longest day of my life. The day was just so odd, so slow, so non-ending.
My memory of the day...
I was at work (7 mths pregnant with Kris) when we got a call from a client telling us a plane had hit one of the Trade Centers. At first we didn't believe him, he was a joker...but then Frank called me. He was at the gym and said that he saw it on the news, but thought it was some sort of a movie...
We adjusted all the radio's in the office to hear what was going on. We were not allowed to use the internet for anything other than our travel sites, so signing on to a news site was out of the question.
When the 2nd plane hit, I panicked. My parents were at the Orlando Airport flying home from visiting my sister. I tried to call them, to tell them to get the hell out of there. The phones weren't working.
I went down the list, my parents, my sister, my BIL and my gma...nobody would answer, the calls wouldn't go through.
Finally, I get a hold of my sister, and she informed me that Matt was on his way to pick them back up. I wasn't relaxed until I actually heard from my parents. They said that they were walking down the airport and had noticed people gathered around a TV and stop to see...I just couldn't imagine the feelings they felt when they finally knew what was going on, to be in an airport, not knowing who around them may attack or who around them may be part of the 'plan.' It took them 4 days to get home.
I went home that day at lunch, I was never so happy to see Frank or Jake in my life. Had the plane that went down in PA been15 mins later, it would have hit our town. The day took something from me and I just couldn't figure it out. We kept the TV on low so that Jake wasn't aware of what was going on. I just wanted to be there with them, stay home with them.
The assholes that did this changed my life. I lost my job a week after Kris was born, nobody was traveling and we were losing money because of people canceling. But what I lost is nothing compared to the loss of the families on those planes...the families in the Trade Centers. I will never forget.
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I remember watching the second plane slam in to the towers as I was preparing for my aunts funeral...
I was in school, my senior year, and the principal's stupid ass decided that it wasn't "important" enough to let the students know. He went around and told the teachers but told them not to tell us. Thankfully the teachers thought it was something that we should have known about and told us. I will never forget how quiet it was in the class room when the teacher walked back in. He looked like he had just watched someone die.
I was living in Beebe, Ark. when I saw this on the news. My thoughts selfishly went to my Grandma in NY, my brother in the ARMY infantry div. & my dad who has been the guru to fixing all fighter jets in the AF for yrs. No calls could go through anywhere, like you said & I felt helpless. When calls were finally able to go through we find out that my Grandma is missing, she was traveling by subway to a job interview in one of the Towers. She won't answer her cell and family in NY have not seen or heard from her.
At this same time, my dad & brother, along w/all military, are put on the highest alert & my brother is sent home with his last will & testament to prepare. I don't think I've ever cried so hard thinking that I could lose my only baby brother.
My Grandma was located later that evening at a friends house, she had overslept that morning & was running late, Thank God. In the chaos, she had lost her cell. Grandma moved down here last Oct. & doesn't like talking about 9-11.
Didn't mean to type so much! Sorry Kerri!
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