I am a New Yorker, now living in Orlando Florida. I was sitting at my desk sending an e-mail to an old childhool friend, it was her 50th Birthday. As I sent the message a co-worker poked her head in the door and said, “go to the back conference room, a jet just hit the Trade Center!”. I stopped what I was doing and ran in the back, there were quite a few other co-workers sitting there watching in horror. I sat next to my friend Vicky, also a NY’er. Than it happened again! A second crash! Dear God what is going on? I don’t remember how I got there, but I was on the floor crying like a baby, and all I kept saying was that I have family in those buildings! I watched in horror as they fell, dear Lord I can’t get over it, they FELL! Taking lives with them. They took three of my cousins, a childhood friend and a wonderful man I worked with before I moved to Florida. I remember walking in a fog for weeks. Then my husband and I went back to SI for Thanksgiving.
Flying in to Newark was the wake up call. We saw a cloud of smoke where the Twin Towers were supposed to be!! Dear God, they are gone was all I could say. The saturday after Thanksgiving we went to the site. I walked in line with everyone else and all I could think was, it can’t be real. My family members and friends are in there, how can that be, who would want to hurt somany people? Now it is almost a year since this happened and all I can still say is “Why”? Rest in peace.