I was at home. I own a business that I run from my home and one of my employees called to ask me if I had heard about the plane hitting one of the towers (the second hadn't hit yet). I was laying down because I had just had a miscarriage so I hadn't heard anything yet. I got up and turned on the TV just in time to see the second plane hit. I thought I would throw up.
Initially, with just the one plane, I kind of suspected terrorists, but just hoped and prayed for some kind of engine failure or something along those lines. I just didn't want to think of the ramifications of a terror plot. When the second one hit, I just knew. It was horrible. And then with the additional two planes, I just felt numb and empty inside, but just cried and cried. I had been feeling sorry for myself for the loss of my baby, and this really put things in perspective. All the same, it was one of the worst weeks of my life.
I had friends there (at the towers and around), so I was worried about them, too. Luckily, everyone I know who worked there or around there, or lived around there, were okay, but I know so many weren't. I know people who were hit in the pentagon. My best friend lived in a neighborhood where many of the employees there worked and she lost many of her neighbors. Of my friends in Manhattan, one had just packed all their belongings and it was in storage, as they were moving back to where I live. All of her things would have been destroyed if they weren't in storage. Other friends weren't so lucky. From the pollution in the air, the soot especially, just permeated everything. Their homes were destroyed, even if they didn't fall. Everything they owned was ruined. What is amazing, though, are the stories of my friends that should have been there. One was running late. Another was on maternity leave and was due to start back that day and decided to delay it another week. And many other similar stories just so unreal you would think it was a plot in a book or movie.
The feeling in the coming days of absolute quiet in the air was just eerie. Planes always fly over our house and it was too quiet. I remember the day when the first plane flew over our home after the air ban was lifted and my girls and I were all outside playing and we heard it and just started jumping up and down with joy. It was like a minor victory in a horrible time.
I can recall the emotions I felt, the images I saw, and so many other things from that day. It will never leave me. It is haunting.