Six years ago today I was feeding my oldest child, then 8 month old, watching Good Morning America & talking to my grandma on the phone when Charlie & Diane announced that something was going on at the World Trade Center. They went to the scene and boom the second plane went into the building.
My husband had just lost his job and was on his way to file for unemployment. When he got to the unemployment office, it was surrounded by police and he called me to ask me if I knew what was going on. I told him what was going on and his voice was full of shock "Your kidding me right?" He rushed home and we sat in the den for the rest of the day watching Peter Jennings, and watching and watching and watching.
I never left the den except to go the bathroom after I saw the second plane go into the tower. I'll never forget that day.
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It is a memory like the day the president was shot. So much emotion connected with it that it truly lives forever in memory. Nice notation...very fitting.
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