My baby daughter had kept me up most of the night and I was still in my nightgown and housecoat. What is so strange is that I remember a coffee stain and baby stain on it and thought to myself that I had to do a load of clothes. Then the first tower was hit. We couldn’t find two of my brothers who were in D.C. and there were reports that car bombs/bombs in buildings. I remember being extremely frightened and horrified. I think I will always remember that day for as long as I live. Today, my baby is 10 and we are lighting a candle in our home for all the deceased and their families. We have researched the topic (on FR, the History Channel, and the news) so that SHE will never forget. SHE can then tell her children one day about 9-11. Just a thought
That day was a bit surreal, like time had slowed, almost out of body watching what I was doing and yet “What’s going on?” However, the amazing ones were the NYPD and NYFD who managed to function, even run into those burning buildings trying to save lives. I knew people who worked on Wall Street who ran for their lives across bridges to get out of what they perceived as a war zone. What I experienced was nothing like that - but I will never forget it.