Where were you when the world stopped turning...
I remember where I was. I was sitting on the couch, watching Regis... and then the words... we interrupt your normally scheduled programming. I saw the planes and the towers with my eyes, but my mind could not compute it. And still can't...even after all of these years have gone by.
I remember watching tv for days and weeks afterwards. I remember crying and crying, until I could cry no more. And then crying some more. I remember how quiet it was everywhere you went, out and about... like the world had pushed the "mute" button.
I want to always remember each and every one of those people who lost their lives that terrible day - and I want to remember and keep in my heart - all of the people who lost them....
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I had just gotten my morning Dunkin' Donuts coffee and hopped on the highway to get to work. Rt. 93 is the main highway heading into Boston. I saw state trooper car after state trooper car headed in the direction of Boston. I switched from a music CD to the all news radio station and heard the first awful reports. By the time I got to the parking lot at work, I was crying so hard I could barely see. Everyone was getting out of their cars in the parking lot and just standing there, all with the same question, "What's happening?"
All of the families touched by the horror of the day have been in my thoughts and prayers today.
My heart aches with thoughts and memories of that day, knowing it pales in comparison to what the families left behind are going through.
Like Marcia, I'd just picked up DD coffee for DH & I after dropping the kids off at school. We were talking as he got ready to head off to work, and I had stopped vacuuming to listen and had The Today Show on in the background. We saw the second plane hit live as the newscasters tried to figure out what happened. It was just a horrible, horrible time.
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