REMEMBERING 9/11: Twenty Years Later

REMEMBERING 9/11. It’s hard to believe it’s been twenty years. I remember it as if it were yesterday. 

My mom was visiting from Colorado that week. In fact, just the Saturday before she had kindly offered to care for our sweet baby for the evening so my husband and I could attend a work party at a colleague’s apartment in Brooklyn. 

At one point during the party, the hostess invited us all up to the roof for a breathtaking view of the lower part of Manhattan. However, to get up there you had to climb a ladder and I don’t like heights and was a little nervous. My husband, though, insisted. It’s beautiful, he said. You’ll regret it if you miss it. 

So taking a deep breath, I climbed that ladder and the view was indeed breathtaking. Just across the river, practically within touching distance, or so at least it felt, stood the two mighty towers of the World Trade Center. It was a clear night with stars and a patchwork pattern of windows lit up the two great towers. I guessed that maybe the cleaning service was cleaning the floors. I remember holding my husband’s hand and feeling a sense of peace and gladness in that moment. 

Three mornings later, my mom and I were upstairs in the bedroom with the baby when the phone rang. It was my husband calling from the library. It was a little bit after nine. He said he was coming home right away but that I should turn on the TV because two planes had flown into the World Trade Center. Our nation was under attack! 

For the rest of that morning with a feeling of dread in our bellies, all three of us ( plus baby) watched the terrible events of the day unfold including the collapsing of the two towers. 

We were in shock. Across the street lived a couple. The husband worked at the World Trade Center. Was he okay, we wondered?

That afternoon, needing a break from the television, we took the baby for a walk. Other neighbors were out and we were all checking in on each other to see if our loved ones were safe and accounted for. 

They were, but no one knew about the situation with my neighbor across the street. We all started praying and hoping. 

The one moment of pure joy that day was seeing him return home, all covered in soot, as I recall, with his wife beside him. She worked further uptown and had run down to find him. And that’s how they found each other, both running from opposite directions. 

Not everyone in our town came home that night though. Six families lives were forever changed. I remember holding my son and crying. I remember praying for peace. I remember praying that they would find survivors. 

My mother was so shaken that she decided rather than fly home to Colorado she would take the train. And that’s what she did. It took more than 24 hours to get home.

Our world was changed forever that day. My thoughts and prayers go out today to all who lost family members and friends that day.  I pray also for peace and unity for our nation and the world. 

4 thoughts on “REMEMBERING 9/11: Twenty Years Later

  1. It is one of those days most remember forever.
    Like you, I had a foreshadowing experience. On the Sunday before, we took the kids to a stroll on a nearby beach. It was a beautiful day and many others there looked so calm. I clearly remembered looking at all the people, like us– mostly families, and thinking “this is a calm before a storm. Look at all these faces; they don’t know what’s about to hit them.” Living in earthquake country, I thought about “the big one,” and wondered if I was having a premonition. That feeling was with me all of Sunday, but left on Monday. Then, Tuesday morning, we all know what happened.
    Thank you for this post, dear Laura. Getting a last glimpse of the New York City skyline before it changed forever is a precious remembrance.

  2. Laura, I appreciate your remembrances of that day! We were in upstate NY at that time, and our 5th grade teacher left school early that day. Later we found out her husband’s sister was Todd Beamer’s wife. The whole capital district schools and organizations gathered supplies and sent them down to the city by the truckloads!

    I add my prayers to yours!

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