I remember the morning of 9/11/01. I was sleeping. My kids had been back in school for about a week. My husband came into the bedroom to wake me up because he was watching the Today show and something crazy was happening.
In my morning fog I had no idea what he was talking about. I headed out to the living room to see what he was babbling about. Being Central time my kids hadn’t left for school yet. The girls were pretty concerned about what was happening. They didn’t understand it and neither did we.
My husband had woken me up just after the 2nd plane had hit.
I have to admit, it was all so overwhelming, I don’t remember the towers coming down. I just remember the horror of it all. Seeing all the people crying out for help above the impact. We had no idea what was to come.
I can’t even remember if the kids went to school that day.
I remember the plane crashing into the Pentagon because my mom works right by it and it was freaking me out. I had to get hold of my mom!
When I finally got hold of her she told me my grandma had been at the towers the day before having lunch. The DAY before.
What sticks out in my mind the day after this tragedy is the lack of planes in the air. I kept looking up, still in shock at the lack of anything flying in the sky. It was eerily quiet. It was a strange sensation that sticks with me even today.
I also remember the Canadians that took care of so many airline passengers who were stuck with no where to go and no way to get home. In the midst of so much evil, there were those doing good.
Today, remember what hate can do. It can literally kill. Observe a moment of silence for those innocent people who lost their lives. Keep the families who lost loved ones on September 11th in your thoughts and prayers!