I was 15 years old on 9/11. But unlike most of the teens my age I was not in school. I was getting ready to attend my Grandmothers funeral. She has passed away after a hard fight with Alzheimer’s. I can not recall the time but it was after the 1ST plan hit and I was in the hotel room with my parents. My cousin was running up and down the hallway to all of our rooms that a plane had struck the world trade center. I grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v. At 1st we all thought it was a accident, but all i remember was seeing another object flying closer and closer. Then live on t.v. like Meany others I saw the 2ND plane hit. I was so socked and did not understand this. How could God take my grandma and then more than 3000 people a few days later. Wasent she enough. As the day went on with her funeral and we were home that night. My parents and I found out about the Pentagon and Fight 93. Along with all the unfair and horrible things that happened on 9/11. As I was siting there I remember thinking about how hard it was to put my grandma to rest, but now there are going to me so Meany people that have to fell that same pain and heartache. 9/11 was the saddest day of my life.