story3291.xml
Title
story3291.xml
Source
born-digital
Media Type
story
Date Entered
2002-09-11
911DA Story: Story
It seemed like any other morning. We were at work at 5:00 am
getting ready to serve our patients breakfast. The stories started to roll in and none of us believed what we were hearing. We were a very happy bunch of gals. It seemed we could always find something to laugh about but not that morning, everyones faces were drawn, tears were filling everyones eyes and no one said a word. We worked in completer silence as the radio brodcasted the horror. We all took a few minutes to go to an empty room to collect our thoughts(actually to cry our hearts out) with out any patients seeing us. I counted the minutes until my husband would be home, I needed to hear his voice. I knew he was safe but I still needed to hear from him. about 8:45 cst he called but I hardly recoginized his voice. I knew he heard everything on the radio on his way home from work. There was a sound in his voice that I'll never forget. He was scared, unsure and mad a HELL as we all were. He continued to call us every 15 minutes or so to keep us up with what was going on. Then the really hard part came..... Calling my 19 year old son and telling him to get up and turn on the TV. I tried to keep my voice calm but it was near imposssible. I just wanted to be with my family, I needed to put my arms around them, I needed to feel safe again, silly me..... I'll never feel safe again. Even after 1 year 9-11-01 will forever be burned in my heart. The pain that a simple Iowan was feeling made me relize that I was a part of a bigger picture. As the day went on I found my self mourning for the families of the victims as well as our nation. When I got home from work I seen my Flag flying in the wind and I knew nothing or no one will take away my Hopes and Dreams for our fucture as a family or a nation, But I am still angry, lost and still in mourning. This has been the longest year I can ever remember and unfortunatlly
I"LL NEVER FORGET. Tara Cunningham, Lohrville Iowa
getting ready to serve our patients breakfast. The stories started to roll in and none of us believed what we were hearing. We were a very happy bunch of gals. It seemed we could always find something to laugh about but not that morning, everyones faces were drawn, tears were filling everyones eyes and no one said a word. We worked in completer silence as the radio brodcasted the horror. We all took a few minutes to go to an empty room to collect our thoughts(actually to cry our hearts out) with out any patients seeing us. I counted the minutes until my husband would be home, I needed to hear his voice. I knew he was safe but I still needed to hear from him. about 8:45 cst he called but I hardly recoginized his voice. I knew he heard everything on the radio on his way home from work. There was a sound in his voice that I'll never forget. He was scared, unsure and mad a HELL as we all were. He continued to call us every 15 minutes or so to keep us up with what was going on. Then the really hard part came..... Calling my 19 year old son and telling him to get up and turn on the TV. I tried to keep my voice calm but it was near imposssible. I just wanted to be with my family, I needed to put my arms around them, I needed to feel safe again, silly me..... I'll never feel safe again. Even after 1 year 9-11-01 will forever be burned in my heart. The pain that a simple Iowan was feeling made me relize that I was a part of a bigger picture. As the day went on I found my self mourning for the families of the victims as well as our nation. When I got home from work I seen my Flag flying in the wind and I knew nothing or no one will take away my Hopes and Dreams for our fucture as a family or a nation, But I am still angry, lost and still in mourning. This has been the longest year I can ever remember and unfortunatlly
I"LL NEVER FORGET. Tara Cunningham, Lohrville Iowa
Collection
Citation
“story3291.xml,” September 11 Digital Archive, accessed December 16, 2025, https://911digitalarchive.org/items/show/17533.