Rememberance

I often think about my mother on 9/11.   No, she wasn't in NY, or on one of the planes, but I was visiting her on that day.   I remember that she was making breakfast, im pretty sure it was waffles, and having her furnace serviced because that's what you do in Vermont in September.   The furnace guy said "hey something happened in NY" and I turned the TV on.   It stayed on for hours.   My office was adjacent to the FAA in Herndon so I called my boss to make sure everyone was ok and they were being evacuated.  I was just fortunate to be with family on that day.   So many people weren't and never would be again...

I remember how odd it was to see no planes in the sky.

I remember driving home and going past NY and seeing the smoke plume from the WTC.

I remember that radio service was disrupted because so many stations broadcast from the WTC.

I remember being a child and going to the Windows on the World restaurant.   It was awe inspiring.

I still feel like something is missing every time I go to NY and see the lower Manhattan skyline.

I will never forget.