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2004-09-10

On September 11, 2003 I was home with my husband and children. My husband was waiting for his brother to come to our house so they could go to Cleveland for the day. My two children ( then 1 and 3)were watching the disney channel. My brother in law came running in to our house asking if we saw it. It!!! What was it? " A plane hit the trade tower in Ny". He has to be mistaken. Why would a plane hit the towers. We turned on the T.V to see it. I had been to New York City 8 times and had taken Video from the Trade Towers I thought how stupid for a plane to not see the towers. Then as we were watching we saw on T.V a plane hitting the tower. How could this be I thought. Was this planned since they already had video of the plane hitting the tower. Then it hit not only me but everyone in the room the other tower was what just got hit. Again, how could this be. Why was the airport directing planes into the Trade Towers. Never thinking that we were under attack. For the remaing time that the towers were standing we were glued. Then the pentagon. Then we got the call that a plane went down in Somerset Pa. What is going on. As the towers crumbled to the ground I cried. Did everyone get out? As reports were coming in and watching the aftermath a cold numb feeling took over all of us in my house. This doesn't happen here not in the USA. Maybe over seas but not here. How could this of happened. I remember holding my children and my husband and not wanting to let go. Everytime they played a part of the planes hitting or the towers falling I wept harder. Thinking of how it was a beautiful morning the blue skies the comfortable temperature. And then that happened. Those people on the planes the towers the pentagon the last thing they may of seen was the beautiful New york City Sky Line, or the busy streets of D.C or the rolling hills of fall trees in somerset. These people when they woke up on the 11th didn't know this was the last moring for them. Last time they would kiss a loved one, send their child or children off to school or respond to their last call. To this day when I think of that I get a not in my stomach. The night of the 11th when I finally could go to bed. I sat and watched my children sleep for hours. Thinking "How in a matter of minutes the safe world I thought we had for them was no more." Early on the 12 my husband and I were awoke from the sound of low flying fighter planes going over our house. I was 29 years old and I never felt unsafe in america till I heard those sounds. It felt as though my freedom was gone and we were the captive. As the days months and years have past the anger and disblief are still there but not as strong as before. Wounds have mended the best they can only time and mend the memories. God bless all who parished in the 9/11 attacks and their families that were left behind.