I lived in Brooklyn, New York then--a borough of New York City located directly across the east River from Manhattan, where the twin towers could be seen easily from many vantage points.
That morning I walked in the park with my friends, as I did almost every morning. My husband was with us that day. He had a business related golf outing to attend later in the day, so he did not have to go into his office at 7 World Trade Center. My daughter was home, as she did not have any classes that day at NYU. My son was in his apartment in Washington, DC. as he had off that day. He lived within easy walking distance to the White House.
My husband and I returned home from our walk around 8:30 am, and I remember looking down my street, towards the north, where I could see the tops of the World Trades Centers gleaming in the sunlight. They were always a comforting sight for me when my husband was at work, as I knew he was there, safe in his office, in the World Trade Center complex.
At 9:03 as we were watching TV -- as millions of people were by then -- United Flight 175 hits Tower 2 and the realization comes to us all that we are under attack! At 9:37 American Flight 77 crashes into the Pentagon. There are reports that planes are headed for the Capital or the White House and I am frantically trying to get in touch with my son. Meanwhile, he is frantically trying to get in touch with us, as he knows his father works in the World Trade Center complex. His room mate at the time came back from his job at the World Bank and told him that he saw people running out of the White House, as it was being evacuated. All phones lines are jammed, so we did not find our for many hours that we were all safe. We also thought of all the family, co-workers, friends and neighbors that we knew that worked at the World Trade Center and despaired over their fate, as we prayed for their safety.
Community Memorial to Captain Jason Dahl- pilot of United Flight 93, who was a resident of Colorado.
At 9:56 Tower 2 collapses, at 10:03 United flight 93, that was headed towards Washington DC, crashes into a field in Pennsylvania. At 10:28 Tower 1 of the World Trade Center collapses and sets 7 World Trade Center on fire. It collapses at 5:20 pm. Burning papers from the buildings filling the skies for hours and floated toward Brooklyn streets.
We all know of the sad days that followed. The many days of not knowing who was injured, missing, or dead, until one by one we heard the news. We were all stunned, scared, angry, and overwhelmingly sorrowful for all the lives lost that day, thirteen years ago. Over time we found out we did lose friends, co-workers, classmates and neighbors. Mercifully, we did not lose any family members, but mourned with those that did. So many went to work that blue sky September morning and never returned home.
Inscription on the memorial tombstone of Micahel Bocchino, Battalion 48 Engine 240 in Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, NY
9-11 Memorial in the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine, New York City. Click on the photo to enlarge to read the poem that accompanies the memorial.
May we Never Forget to honor the memory of those lost on 9-11!
May we work each day, in our own small way, to make the world a better place.