AKASnowWhite
more drink less run since 2008
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So as sort of another way to talk with each other...know each other better...I would like to tell you what I was doing when it all started that morning...and would love to hear your stories if you want...I think it is a way to show that we do remember that fatefull morning...that we do still talk about the ones lost...because they do matter...and without talk and memeories...how do we keep alive the fact we do not want that to ever happen again...
This is a tough one for me. Seven years. Amazing. Feels like yesterday - while many families suffered way more than ours, we were not untouched by this act of pure evil.
I was at the gym. Stood there with a really good friend of ours - he just held my hand.....and we watched...
DH was in Sterling, Va. working. It was his 2nd home at the time...he was in his office as the plane that hit the Pentagon circled over the building several times. A co-worker was in contact with a friend who was an air traffic controller at BWI - they knew that this plane was circling over their office...and they knew what had already happened. No cell phones. No land-lines. No internet. It was HOURS before I spoke with him. And 2 days before he could get a car and drive home.
My brother (a Navy Commander) was in D.C. - heading into his office. Heard the news on the radio, looked in his rear view mirror to see the plume of smoke rising from the Pentagon. He was re-routed to a different office and in lock-down for nearly 12 hours before he could contact his wife and family in Boston.
My brother's wife - was left not knowing where her husband was. And worse, knowing that HER brother was dead. You see, he was the co-pilot of American Airlines flight 11 that left Logan headed for L.A. It was his regular route. A former Navy fighter pilot. You know he didn't go down easy. And, while you never want to know the "how", you know that he didn't die when the plane crashed. He never would have let them do that...
And me...I was home with 3 young kids. Kids who didn't understand, yet, knew more than they ever should have had to know. I live 10 miles from an international airport. The silence following was deafening. I was horrified. Scared. Sick. Confused. Angry. Very, very angry. The thought that these *people* had made me afraid to be in my own home, in my own little corner of the world where I had never hurt a sole...I was so angry.
And now - 7 years later I still cry. I avoided the news today. No tv, no newspaper, no internet news. No need to relive it. It's like picking a scab to let the wound bleed again...and when we went to visit Ground Zero in Jan of '07...
Yep. and my son is looking into Military schools. Now you know why I'm so sad about all of his "last times"....
k- well, now I'm a blubbering idiot again...so...I'm back into my hole for the day...