That morning I was on my way to Mom’s farm 100 miles away to take her to a doctor’s appointment. I had an oil change scheduled early at the dealership and was in the waiting room watching TV when I saw the first reports of the plane crashing into the Trade Center. By the time they had the car ready and I was on the road to Mom’s, the second plane went down. The radio announcers reported the news in a panicked state and I remember feeling so vulnerable in a world I’d never known. America was under attack and I felt like Chicken Little out in the open. I turned the car around, called Mom and told her to turn the TV on and to stay inside close to the phone. As I drove home I saw long lines at gas stations, really long…out on the highway, backed up to refuel in this state of emergency. My head spun with what to do first, call my husband…he had left that morning on a business trip and was on the road too. He was aware of the reports but wasn’t in the same state of panic. When I told him that gas had tripled in price in the minutes that I was sitting in line, he turned around and headed home. We both were thinking at this point how gas rationing would affect our lives. In the days that followed I stocked up on bottled water and pinto beans and watched the coverage on TV. I remember thinking how worried I was about Mom’s declining health and Amy’s broken heart. Now those problems seemed so small compared to the grief so many were facing with the loss of their loved ones.
The world began the healing process in the months following the attack. You couldn’t see it happening, it was slow. We all faced the fact that life would never be the same for any of us. But slowly we began living our lives again.
Mom remained on her farm until 2005 and enjoyed the home Daddy had built in 1949. She now lives 10 minutes away and calls Jamestown Home Sweet Home. She is happy and secure once again.
Amy got stronger and grew from the experience of an abusive relationship. She is now in a wonderful relationship and has a 4 year old son.
My brother and I emailed or talked to each other every day for the remaining year that he lived. We said a lot in those few months. He passed in June of 2002.
In 2004 we began building our home on Granny Mountain. A lot has happened in ten years. Life has a way of going on. Regardless of what happened yesterday, one thing is certain about life…the fact that it’s uncertain. But that makes the sun coming up each morning so special.
Joining other bloggers today to honor those who lost their lives. Our thoughts and prayers are with the many loved one's left behind.