Sunday, September 11, 2011

Never forget.

Ten years ago today my friend walked into my house to drop off her son, and shakily told me to turn on the TV. I kind of wish I hadn't.

She said a plane had crashed into the World trade Center. And there it was, right before my eyes, crumbling to the ground.  I don't need to explain the feeling because we all know. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I will never forget the feeling of complete shock seeing those towers fall and I can't begin to fathom the horror and nightmare of being in those towers, of those on the planes, and loved ones at home realizing their lives will  never again be the same.

As the day approaches every year, those raw speechless feelings come flooding back and it happens all over again. NYC is home for several family members and friends, and those first hours of not knowing exactly what was happening was disturbing to say the least.

Even as I write this I am lost for words, even ten years later.

I hope peace will eventually come to those who lost loved ones on that dreadful day. 
I believe there is a special place in Hell for the Highjackers of 9/11.

I don't know what else to say....