Edited note: This is my
experience of 9/11/01. I wrote this five years later, for the
blog I used to have on Myspace called 'LYD'. Transferred it to Blogger in 2013.
Woke up that morning in high spirits. It was a beautiful, warm September day. I had taken the day off in order to wait for the AC unit to be serviced. I was looking forward to a relaxing day at home.
Hubby was on his way to work, and the kiddos were at school.
The house was deliciously clean and quiet.
With a smile on my face and a swing to my hips, I walked out my front door to grab the paper, my dogs, Teddy and Dakotah, followed happily behind me to do their morning
business. I couldn't help but admire and relish the absolutely glorious, cloudless day.
I glanced
at my cell phone, it was 8:28 a.m. I'd already missed some calls from work and several
text messages from my girlfriend, Maria.
She was freaking out over every single detail of her upcoming nuptials. It was 4 days before her wedding, and she was concerned that one of the bridesmaids was unresponsive to calls and messages.
I'm no
wedding planner, however, as her Matron of Honor, I felt it was my duty to help sort things out. I wanted everything to go smoothly. We were all looking forward to this wedding. That morning, I couldn't stop thinking about how in a few more days the gang would all be
together again, and my best friend would finally be married.
Back in the house, the coffee
maker was brewing. The aroma wafted throughout the kitchen and
family room. After pouring myself a cup, I sat
on the tufted chair, swung my legs onto the ottoman with my paper in
hand. I picked up the remote to turn on the television, but my dogs started barking, and within a second, the doorbell rang. It was the AC repairman. I let him, exchanged pleasantries, explained the problem, and quickly led him out the back door to the AC Unit in the yard. Then, I calmly went back to my chair, grabbed the remote (again), and turned on the television.
The HBO channel came on immediately. Obviously, the last channel watched the previous night. I ignored the movie that was playing and instead picked up my cellphone. I hit send and automatically got Maria.
Maria was walking to the subway en route to work,
she said, she was happy...the flower samples looked
amazing… she finally heard from the bridesmaid …all is
well…"
Then Maria said, "I'll call you later, something's going on by the subway entrance, and there's no
service in the whole city". She also said
something about being annoyed that she was probably going to be late to work.
I thought that was unfortunate, but not weird. I rode the subway in the city during my college years and survived a myriad of delays.
My hubby
was calling on the other line anyway, so I hung up with Maria and picked up
hubby's call.
He seemed
agitated.
He asked me
if I was watching TV.
I said no, and began to casually explain that I had just turned it on and HBO was on, blah, blah, blah...
He cut me off. His voice was strange. There was static. He said, "I'm stuck on the bridge, I see smoke everywhere.... the radio station says one of
the WTC towers is on fire... Lydia, Are you
watching the news?" "I think it's a bomb
again."
I nervously fumbled with the remote to find a news station.
Hubby, very agitated now, said, "put the news on and tell me what you see!"
I turned to a local news channel and then I heard it...
“A plane has
crashed into the World
Trade Center ".
It was 9:01 a.m. There were a few video feeds of the burning north tower and people were being
interviewed.
Now I was the one agitated.
I told my
hubby "…it's not a bomb, a plane flew into it! I could hear that he was still speaking, but I couldn't make out anything he said because of the static, and then he cut off completely.
I started to panic because I also couldn't get a hold of my mom or anyone from our family in Queens or Brooklyn.
I let him in.
He told me that he had been speaking with his brother who was trying to leave
the city, but he also lost his cell phone signal.
I poured
him some coffee.
We sat in
the family room and watched the newly aired video feeds of the first plane
crash in complete silence.
We had
questions. What happened? Was it pilot error?
At 9:03 a.m. we watched in horror as the second plane approached and exploded into the second tower.
We were both crying and absolutely certain we were being attacked by terrorists.
We had been
strangers, yet, quickly become comrades. Bonded in our pain and patriotism. For an hour we just sat, watched, listened, and prayed.
We heard
about two more planes en route to Washington, DC . We were terrified, imagining a slew of planes
plummeting into every American city.
We felt
weak.
How could this happen on American soil? Who was responsible for this?!
My husband made it home and that is when we heard about the attack on the Pentagon.
I drove to the high school and picked up my kids early. My daughter confided that she couldn't take
the screaming in the building.
The rest of
the day is a blur.
At about 10:30 p.m. , I finally heard from my
family in NYC. My aunt Toni and my mom called
me from landlines at home.
They
recounted a day that seemed surreal.
My
aunt Toni, a prosecutor for the City of NY, and founder of a rescue organization, (Stray from the Heart.org) had to walk all of Manhattan into Queens over the 5 9th St. Bridge. She was able to phone my mom at home using a payphone. My mom met her with her car at the foot of the bridge. They then spent the entire evening taxi-ing the elderly and the disabled to their
homes.
So many gave of themselves that day in order to make the best out of the most awful situation we'd ever lived through in our lives.
It still hurts.
I cannot
recall how many times I gazed at those beautiful towers. We knew so many people who worked there. My husband worked there for a time. My mom was there the night before. She supervised a night cleaning crew in the North Tower.
As our limousine drove on the BQE (Brooklyn Queens Expressway) past the Promenade Deck which is directly in front of that area, we automatically turned our heads in
the direction where the towers once stood.
This was one of those awesome spots in the city where you could always get a
great look at them.
The area was
still burning.
Yes, we'd watched the planes, the devastation, and the proud towers fall on TV 4 days prior, but it was another matter entirely, to actually SEE this blazing hole within the landscape.
On the morning of Saturday, September 15, 2001 , the air finally got chilly. Everyone in that wedding party came to terms with the cold, hard fact that the Towers were really gone. That over two thousand people died and thousands more lost their loved ones right there.
We witnessed how the thick, grayish-black smoke billowed up in the morning air and felt it enveloping us as we drove past the sacred spot where so many lives were lost.
The stench was awful. It felt physical. Like a chokehold.
We drove by in silent reverence. There was a deep hole within
our hearts.
A collective pain that has probably never fully healed.
Never, ever forget.