Six years ago today I was visiting my parents down in Tucson. I woke early while my mom was getting ready for work. I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and turned the TV on. The trade center was burning and I thought, "That's strange." My friend 'VF' and I were flying to NY for our first trip there a few days later. While I was watching, the second plane hit. Unbelievable. I ran down the hall to find my mom. "Are you seeing this?!" We sat in their room watching in horror as the next plane hit the Pentagon and then a fourth crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
I was worried for my friend and her husband since he worked in the city. Phones were tied up almost all day. I finally got a hold of her and she told me that everyone was ok.
Saddened, scared and angry, we were glued to the television for days, as was the rest of the country. Sitting by and watching was the only thing we could do besides pray.
After much debate, 'VF' and I decided to make the trip anyway. I'm so glad we did.
Today just sort of snuck up. I remember exactly how I felt that morning and for weeks afterwards and never want to become numb to it.
Let Us Never Forget
Union Square Park
New York City, NY
September 2001
Post Office just off Broadway
New York City, NY
September 2001
Store window on Broadway
New York City, NY
September 2001
Where were you?
If you've recalled what you were doing in a blog post, please leave me your link.
*Update: Read Mandy Lou's post from September 11. Nice Seuss-esque account of the day's events.
