It was 10 years ago today, the world we knew changed. I remember it was a glorious beautiful day. My oldest son, Paul, was at college. My youngest son, Mark, was in HS. My husband at work. My plans for the day was to start on another room for fall cleaning, after I finished my coffee while I sat at the computer in our family room, reading my email and watching the Today show. And then it happened. I called my son at college and told him to turn on the TV and to stay in his dorm, not to move. The second tower was hit. I kept trying to reach my husband with no luck. That’s when I started to panic as he works for a company that has government ties. I remember not knowing if I should go pick up my youngest son but I remember that I felt that I couldn’t move from the TV and then the Pentagon was hit. My son at college called me with extreme terror in his voice, asking me what was happening, what should he do, what was going to happen, what did this mean? All questions I had no answers for and I still couldn’t reach my husband. I told Paul to stay in his dorm as I felt it was the safest place and I would let him know if we would be coming to get him. Then it was the heroes in Shanksville Pennsylvania.
When my youngest son walked through the door he was physically shaken and pale. The fear written on his face. We just sat on the couch with my arms around him and watched the images on TV. After hours of trying to reach my husband, he called, relief, he was ok. However, some of his coworkers that he knew, were on the first plane that hit the towers.
I remember, for days, I hardly left the couch, watching the TV trying to process what had happened, how could this happen, what this meant, what those families were going through. Those days following are a blur. Today, 10 years later, it is as vivid in my mind as it was that beautiful day in 2011. But today is in remembrance of those who lost their lives, and their families, because of a senseless act of hate of innocent people