13 years later I realize that I was in such profound shock that I don’t remember everything that happened as it was happening. Nicolas had open heart surgery about three weeks earlier. We had a cardiac nurse helping us. I was still processing all of that.
My husband called and said “there’s something going on at the Trade Center.” I turned on the TV and at first thought it was an accident. Then it happened so fast I went into shock and don’t remember what happened as I was struggling to process it. My nurse flipped out and ran to her child’s school to pick her up. The agency called to see if I was going to be okay without a nurse. I was glued to the TV but sent the kids out.
I worked in Tower 2 in the late 80’s and in the financial district for around five years. Many times I snuck into my boss’s window office to look out over the harbor and sometimes I looked down. It made me queasy. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to have no choice but to jump.
I saw a fireman I knew on TV, covered in ash telling his family that he was OK. My husband is a retired NYTPD officer. Some of his friends worked at Ground Zero afterwards and told him what they saw. One died about two years ago from getting sick working there. I still can’t believe 343 firefighters lost their lives. All those funerals and families.
I was waking up in the middle of the night for weeks seeing the image of the tower collapsing.
I did have one friend who got out. Months later I was finally able to read through the list of victims.
While I don’t agree with everything George W. Bush has done I’m glad he was our President at that time. And I was never prouder to be a New Yorker than when I watched the first Yankee game after 9/11. Or when Rudy Guliani responded to David Letterman’s question “Is it okay to be funny yet?” with “Why start now?”
Life has gone on since 2001 but I pray we will always remember 9/11 and give it the honor and respect it deserves. Those who forget the past are destined to repeat it.