Tuesday, 11 September 2007
In memories of Sept 11...
"I remember taking my daughter to school that day. I usually called my husband every morning when I came home. That day was no different, except when I did, I was told to turn my TV on and that he wouldn't be able to talk to me, but not to worry. The first tower had already been hit, but as I watched I witnessed the second plane exploding into the second tower. At that point it had been evident that this was no unfortunate accident. I called my daughter's school, and they were telling parents to pick up their children.In case this 'incident' was widespread. I, along with many frantic parents ran to get their children, praying that our most unspeakable nightmare, would not be a reality. At the same time, I remembered frantically, that my husband's brother, had been working at the Trade Center.
I returned home, and couldn't get any information about him for quite sometime. That, thankfully turned out ok. He had not been there that day. I decided to go to our local church....I don't know why. For some reason I just felt that's where I had to be. I was not the only one. A friend of mine, was there with her family. Her father was a big shot in the fire department. He ran down there when it all unfolded. They had not heard from him at all after the buildings imploded. He did not make it. His body could not be found for a very long time. Another woman in church was frantic over her brother....I didn't know her, but we hung onto each like we did.....He did not make it. A woman from our neighborhood, had two twin sons that worked in the Trade Center.....They both died that day to.
When my husband arrived home, I could do nothing but breakdown, and be thankful that nothing happened to him. He was speechless as to what happened on that day. He couldn't even put it into words. What he told me, I will never forget.Until this very day, I cannot go down to where the Trade Center stood. I can't look at those pictures hanging there, of those who were thought missing, as if there were a possibility that they would magically appear one day, as if it were all a dream.
We've lived everyday of our lives knowing that we were the first to experience what true "Terror" is. This is our home, and that day, we all were family. I'm proud to know how New Yorkers responded on that day and many days after that. My thoughts are with all who suffered a loss that day, and I'm so very proud of those who wore a uniform that day, and who gave their lives to help and protect others. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN........."
Much love,
Nadzv
Posted at 8:07 am
