25 years since September 11th 2001

 

I can't believe it's been 25 years since September 11th 2001. I worked at a radio station in Boston, taking a call that morning from a wife of one of the pilots who lost their life. She called because the public was speculating that the pilots were somehow involved in the attacks - we didn't know at that time that there were hijackers, everything was happening so quickly. She spoke on the radio about her husband being a father himself and how she was confident that he would have protected the people on his plane as if they were his own family. I'll never forget her voice, so scared for herself and her children, but yet so incredibly strong and confident that her husband would never have let that happen if he was alive. She knew in an instant that he was not flying the plane when the plane hit the tower. We found out later that she was correct. 

I remember the moment the second plane hit. My mom called me in a panic, making sure I was somewhere safe. We knew at that moment we were under attack. I stayed at the radio station late, and when I got back to my apartment in the city there were armed guards at the doors along with fighter planes circling overhead. It was a terrifying day, one I will never forget.

So many working parents got up that morning, gave their families a hug or a kiss not knowing they'd never see them again.

I gave Alec an extra kiss at drop off today. September 11th forever changed us all. 

May the memories of those lost forever be eternal.