Thursday, September 10, 2009

Will It Be Like This Every Year?

I'm beginning to think it will be? It was just like every other morning nearly. End of summer beautiful day. I don't think I'll ever forget the color of the sky that day...who knew it could be so perfect and blue with just the right white puffy cotton ball clouds? For some reason I woke a little earlier than normally I do. I always promise myself I'll get up early everyday but everyday my snooze alarm wins so unless I really have to be somewhere. Had the Today Show on which is truly one of my least favorite shows on TV, it just hasn't been the same since Barbara Walters left and it became not news but 24/7 fluff. Yes I'm old get over it! I still don't know why I had it on? Someone or something must've had my interest peaked or something or that was the channel the TV got turned off on? Something very random and ordinary.

THey broke into what ever fluff they were talking about and said a small plan had hit the North tower, it was 8:45 am. No one really freaked or anything as from what they were saying had been hit years ago with another Cessna? Nothing to be concerned about. They were sending a reporter down. Within 7-8 minutes they had someone standing there talking to people who were heading into work in the area. I remember he/she was remarking that the hole it made seemed really large for a small plane? I'm sure it was a complete fluke that the camera just happened to be looking up when United Airlines Flight 175 banked and then slammed into the south tower. I think witin 20 seconds standing here in front of the TV not really believing what I'd seen and wondering if I was still asleep? I've never heard the silence I heard that morning from the studio at Rockerfeller Center. There was one cry of "Oh God" but other than that it was silence. It seemed like I wasn't alone in not believing what I'd just seen. It was 9:03am

It takes exactly two frames of photos of that day to bring that feeling back. I know that morning I spent most of the day just standing in front of the TV in disbelief. It's strange there are many places to sit, it is a living room afterall, but there I stood. I started thinking of the people I knew who lived there in NYC and hoping everyone they knew did not work in that area of the city. I got online to see if any were around and to see if there was anything I could do. I spent about 3 hours with one of my friends who was waiting for her husband and Son to make it home from Manhattan back in the old Yahoo chatrooms the groups used to have.

I helped put together a quilt that went to one of the fireman's family who died that day. That quilt where ever it ended up holds a lot of tears. I don't remember the name of the family it went to but I do remember he came from one of the firehouse's that lost most of their members. I hope it comforted many of his family members on those cold mornings when the silence is too much to cancel out what is going on in your mind.

It's been 8 years this year and I haven't forgotten. To those who carried out that day and still think it was a good idea, FU!