I’m not in the habit of getting up early in the morning. I don’t know what made me get up early the morning of September 11, 2001 either. Maybe it was my husband getting ready for work and making enough noise to creep in to my unconscious state. In any case, it was not my habit to get up and turn on the TV that early in the morning…but I did that day.
Jim was set to go out the door at 6 AM, but as we watched the morning news we could see that a terrible “accident” had happened at the World Trade Center: a big jet had flown right into the side of it. We were just beginning to take in the horrible sight of that when we heard the news announcer gasp and say that another plane was going to crash into the side of the second tower! It was one of those moments of instant shock and understanding when we both realized that it was no accident. Jim had to catch his work bus, so I was left to watch the remainder of the drama in the skies unfold.
I didn’t care what time it was, I called my brother and woke him up. I told him what was happening. We didn’t talk long. I knew he and I would talk later when we could absorb the whole event. Just when I was taking in everything I was seeing, excited network reporters began telling us that more planes had been highjacked and were heading for Pennsylvania and another point unknown. It was so unbelievable. Like watching a very bad “Towerin Inferno” Irwin Allen movie.
That whole morning, and rest of the day, updates came in minute by minute it seemed. We were watching as the first tower collapsed and I was consumed by this awful feeling of helplessness, despair and being alone as a silent witness to all that carnage. My mind couldn’t take in the enormity of it all. Even to this day, I really can’t grasp it fully. I think it’s probably best that I don’t. May all those who died that day rest in peace. We will never forget you.
Many of us Geneabloggers are paying tribute to the victims of 9/11 on this 11th anniversary.