I’m still in my robe because I’m procrastinating. I hate Tuesdays — they’re filled with all the meetings no one wants to schedule on Mondays. I make my bed as The Today Show bounces along, informing me, for the tenth time, how perfect the weather is. I fluff a pillow. Then another. And suddenly, the perfect-weather-talk stops. The World Trade Center, hit by a plane. It doesn’t register. A witness dials in. He talks about a gaping hole in the building. He says “all those people, so many lives,” and his voice cracks and he can’t go on.
I had been working on a campaign for the military. My partner and I were told it was a very powerful campaign, but that we were a super power and not at war. Our bosses said, "Go home girls, you just don't get it." That was September 10th. The next day was school as usual at PS 234 just blocks away. The rest was hardly that.
What a story Deb. Told so eloquently to mark the day, the fear and the pain. On that day, I was so freaked out, I thought I saw Glen's Friend John listed as one of the dead, on CNN. It wasn't him at all but, it was the most intense fear I had ever felt. Didn't matter that I no longer lived in NYC. Brought me right back.
Such a tragic day that is instilled in my heart but I rarely touched. Thank you for conveying the pain and grief is such an honest and moving way.
Such an intimate and moving account of our shared tragedy.
A beautiful remembrance of a tragic time in our lives that we'll never forget....Hard to write more with tears in your eyes....
Tears streaming…so beautiful and sad at the same time. I love your heartfelt style…feels so real!
Wow, you caught the moment so well. Made me cry. Such a horrible day., the memories feel like yesterday.
Such a horrible day. Thank you for sharing this.