Never Forget those that were lost!
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As families of the victims say, they “Always Remember!”
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My S works at Cantor Fitzgerald now (not 22 years ago). They have a day of service and a memorial at the site today.
May the memories of all those who perished be forever blessed.
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I remember our family sitting there all day not knowing if “Jody” was dead. She was a flight attendant for United and East Coast was her typical route at the time. Nobody knew her schedule.
We finally got the call late that night. She was safe. Rerouted way far from where she was supposed to be. But safe.
(really hating my auto correct which is choosing odd words AND misspellings.)
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It has been a few years. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in Logan airport in Boston waiting for a flight when they shut down the airport and sent us all home.
A neighbor (the whole family) was supposed to be on the flight from Boston to LA that was crashed into one of the towers. Their son got an ear infection so they stayed home and watched the whole thing on TV.
We were just lucky that day. You never know.
We should appreciate the time that we have with our loved ones.
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Sitting here in Manhattan (near Times Square) right now. Amazing how business as usual it is, and has been for years. Normal work day, no one talks about it, I see no signs in midtown of any remembrance or reverence at all. I’m sure they did something at the memorial downtown, but that’s far removed. I can see the hordes of tourists as I write this in Times Square going about their normal touristy stuff as if it were any day. Still feels weird to me.
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Where were you? Everyone is asking this question today…
I was living in So Cal - I was heading to a meeting at work, our company was in the process of being invested into by “angels” - I was national revenue manager so I needed to be there to discuss numbers. I was woken by my mom who called and all she said was “turn on the TV” - I couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing as I was getting ready for work. I made D stay home from school. I was really afraid that our entire country was going to be attacked. A few minutes before I left home the first tower fell. As I walked out the door I said to H
“everybody in the US is going to know someone, or be within a degree or two of separation of knowing someone who perished in that building” When I got to work I learned that the 2 (young family men) “angels” coming from Boston on United Airlines Flight 175…hijacked and crashed into the second tower. I never thought my own words would ever ring so true. May their memories be for a blessing - I’ve gone to the 9/11 Memorial and fountains 5 times - I took this photo the first time, 2 weeks after it opened.
Each year on this date, I post this link. When I first heard it, 22 years ago, I wept in a way I’d never wept before. The audio is 3 1/2 minutes out of your day. It’s worth it, and as it has each year for more than 20 years, it again moved me to tears.
About a month after 9/11 Rabbi Irwin Kula (an 8th generation Rabbi, with a very modern look at life) took some of the transcripts of phone calls and voicemail made that fateful morning, and during his service, chanted them as if they were the most sacred prayer ever heard.
The audio here: http://www.larrysinger.com/blog/songs/chant.mp3…
Hug your loved ones.
The fear in my MIL’s voice is something I’ll never forget. The phone rang early in the morning, I said hello, and she said, “Where’s Rick?” No niceties, just fear. Her son was a pilot and she was watching airplanes crashing in NYC. Just pure, dead fear. I had no idea what she was worried about, told her that he was upstairs getting the kids ready for school, she told me to turn on the TV, and hung up.
I turned on the TV, and then told my husband that I thought this was the start of World War III. My youngest son was annoyed that we weren’t watching cartoons, and stopped complaining when I told him all those things that looked like little black bugs were people jumping out of buildings to their deaths. Drove the kids to school, saw friends in their cars, we all looked at each other with faces of shock I can’t even describe.
I’ll never forget that day.
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It was a beautiful fall day in NYC. I had commuted in through the North WTC and settled into my office which faced out onto the towers.
My husband spent the day trying to get home from Manhattan (got home that night, a woman drove him home from the ferry parking lot, all backroads). Our town has a ceremony every year (all of my kids were in chamber singers in HS so performed back in the day).
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