My partner and I lived both in Portland, OR and a suburb of Seattle. I was attending classes in the Seattle area. His call from Portland woke me. Not expecting a call so early, figured he wanted to tell me he loved me and make sure I had a good class. All he could say was “turn on the TV”. Once I seen the South Tower on fire, I could only muster “it’s 9a.m there…the building is full…”. He didn’t reply. This fact was already clear to him. How could this happen? What happened to the plane…and pilots? Then the second plane hit while we were on the phone. It was clear.
Horror. Horror. Horror….
I work in financial services. Although no direct relations were lost, many friends knew people who were.