Yesterday was a somber day in New York. It started with the sun somewhat shining but it was gloomy all day. It is always like that when the anniversary of the tragedy comes.
There was a program right here on our property grounds on one of the parks (there are 4 private parks within the property). For the past nine years, this has become customary for the Board of Directors to commemorate the day. I turned on the television. There was nothing on the local channel but the festivities at the memorial site on ground zero.
I can’t help but recall that fateful day. It was a Tuesday, our phone kept ringing. I was still asleep. I finally picked up, and it was my husband on the other line. He urged me to wake up pronto, and turn on the television. He told me what just transpired, but he didn’t know how it happened. I turned the TV on, and not too long after as we were talking on the phone, I yelled because I saw another plane hit the other tower. Needless to say, I was fully awake in an instant.
I started to have many incoming calls and the call waiting feature of our phone was non-stop as I was engaged on the line with my husband. The calls were from family and friends around the US who were very concerned about the exact location of my husband at that time.
My day went so fast, I stayed in and kept my eyes glued on TV.
Ten years ago, yesterday, I still feel some kind of fear and angst. When will we ever feel secure again in our own home?