I won’t post any photos or videos. This day was awful, the worst thing to happen in my lifetime and I hope to god the worst thing to happen in my kids’ lifetimes. I was awake, about to get the kids out of bed for school, when my mother phoned and told me a plane had hit one of the towers of the World Trade Centers and I should turn on the TV. I did, in time to watch the second plane hit. I remember falling to the floor in shock, my legs simply wouldn’t hold me because I knew what was happening. I screamed and my husband ran, dripping wet, out of the shower. Both of us prayed that this was a bad dream, but it wasn’t.
Two of my friends have beautiful tributes on their sites, Amber over at her blogspot: http://amberskyze.blogspot.com/
and Fran Lee at the site a bunch of us share…Seven Sexy Scribes: http://sevensexyscribes.blogspot.com/
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As that horrible day unfolded I remember thinking, I can’t believe what has happened, what is happening and watching in horror as even more horror happened.
I was almost afraid to stop witnessing it, stop crying or even fall asleep because it was so hard to deal with it again when I woke up.
XXOO Kat
I know, Kat. I felt the same way.