I heard on the news that kids born today or any day prior in 2001 are now adults. That's mind blowing to me.
September 11, 2001 I was still living with my parents. I was working for another radio station at the time in Erie, but didn't go in till about 2:00.
I was in the shower when the first plane hit.
My mom came upstairs and turned on my TV and told me what happened. We watched the rest of it unfold together.
I went into work early. We had internet in the studio, but no TV. I brought a small one with me.
I typed updates for the DJ on before me. I couldn't stop watching and trying to learn more and felt it was my duty to keep the Erie listeners informed.
Have you ever gone through something so tragic that you actually kinda leave your own body? You watch yourself going through the motions, but you're just completely numb? That was me.
My shift ended and I was exhausted. I was dating the man who'd become my husband in 2004. I drove to his house. When I got there, I sobbed. Sobbed. Tears of hurt and anger and frustration and helplessness. I didn't know anyone personally effected by the event that day, but that day effected everyone. Everywhere.
I've been to the Flight 93 Memorial in Shanksville, PA. Ironically, my husband grew up near there and new the people who owned that farm where the plane crashed.
There have been many conversations with my girls about that tragic day. It is, sadly, part of our American history.
Thoughts, prayers, love, and hugs to everyone on this 18 year anniversary.