The anniversary of 9-11 is upon us once again and I am reminded of that horrific series of events.
I had just returned from taking my 2 children to NYC for their first time. It is my birth place, and, I wanted to take them and show them the city, etc. We had a fabulous 10 days in the city and my children were in LOVE with it, from the first steps in Manhattan. ( My name here is taken from the I Heart New York that you see all of the time on t-shirt, etc.)
The morning of 9-11....My best friend calls our home and asks my husband what I am doing. My hubby says I am sleeping, and she says, "Wake her up...something horrible is happening in New York City!". He woke me and we sat in stunned silence, at the end of our bed, watching the 2nd plane crashing into the WTC. It was horrifying. Seeing people throwing themselves from buildings, and the people running for safety in the streets. The fire trucks barreling down the roads, not knowing what lied ahead for them. That their fate may have been death. Seeing the aftermath in the days to come, with that cloud of smoke lingering in the pit of hell that was once the beautiful Twin Towers, that you could see in the NYC skyline.
That day is forever etched in my memory and even though every day is not 9-11, I do think of that day and the events, from time to time, and never forget the bravery of all of the men, women and children lost on that day in our nation's history.