story4347.xml
Title
story4347.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
On the morning of September 11, 2001 my family and I woke up at 6am to get our day started. I am an at home mom with a 9 year old daughter (who was 8 then). My husband and I woke up to the normal alarm clock and turned on the television to catch the weather forecast for that day. When we found our local news was not on and that the national news was talking about some kind of fire in New York, we figured that it was "just" a fire. We sat watching in horror as the details came in. I remember seeing the second plane hit. I told my husband "I think somebody is attacking us".
Here in Washington State we have Boeing, my husband works accross the street from one of their plants. I remember the terror I fealt watching him drive away to go to work. "What if there are more planes?" I asked myself.
I kept my daughter home from school that day. I spent alot of the day trying to explain to her why someone would do such a thing. I still can't explain it.
I didn't cry...I didn't cry untill she was in bed and asleep. Then I lost it. I cried for the people who died, I cried for the people who lived, I cried for my daughter. I tried to figure out how I was going to raise my daughter to be a loving person when all I could feel was anger.
I was so confused and sad.
The only thing that has gotten me through this last year was something that my daughter said that evening when I kissed her good night. " Mama, don't be sad. Think of all the new angels we have now."
Here in Washington State we have Boeing, my husband works accross the street from one of their plants. I remember the terror I fealt watching him drive away to go to work. "What if there are more planes?" I asked myself.
I kept my daughter home from school that day. I spent alot of the day trying to explain to her why someone would do such a thing. I still can't explain it.
I didn't cry...I didn't cry untill she was in bed and asleep. Then I lost it. I cried for the people who died, I cried for the people who lived, I cried for my daughter. I tried to figure out how I was going to raise my daughter to be a loving person when all I could feel was anger.
I was so confused and sad.
The only thing that has gotten me through this last year was something that my daughter said that evening when I kissed her good night. " Mama, don't be sad. Think of all the new angels we have now."
Collection
Citation
“story4347.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 15, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/16503.