This is the first public writing I have done about the way the September 11 attacks on the US and specifically the Twin Towers have affected me. I remember where I was when I heard the news, much like my parents remember the moment they heard JFK was assassinated. The events that unfolded that day, and in the weeks that followed changed my life and the lives of millions forever.
I had just moved from Arizona to Florida and was finishing my first week as controller of a printing facility. It was the monthly review with the CEO and CFO, as all as a few other senior managers. We had taken a break and I flipped up the antenna on my Palm to download the news. As the words OH MY GOD escaped my lips, our HR manager wheeled in a TV. We sat in awe as we watched the news events unfold. I was especially unsettled as my then wife had worked on the top floor of one tower and my sister-in-law had worked on the 92nd floor of the other. While both of them had not been in the building for years, we all still had friends and family in those buildings.
Slowly news of loved ones poured in and we counted off who we had heard from. We were grateful to hear one friend missed her train that day and worked from home. Another stopped for coffee, something he never did, and wasn’t yet at the office. We had two people unaccounted for, Farrah who was a coworker and friend and guest at my wedding, and Rob who was a firefighter and early responder.
The days began to pass with no word on either. It was the good news that came first. Rob was seen on TV being carried off of the rubble, alive but slightly injured. That as a sigh of relief. His injury was minor though his contribution was major and he was and is a great man for that. Unfortunately, the bad news came right after.
My ex wife was a stay at home mom, and followed the news closely. I believe it was a week or a btt more after the attacks when news crews started to interview the families that hasn’t heard from loved ones. The camera panned to a board with photos of missing people, and standing out among them all, plain to see, was Farrah’s photo. We knew then she was no longer with us. A wonderful young woman, who was a great friend, and someone who I danced with at my wedding, was gone. We were devastated.
Years have gone by, and I often think about Farrah. What would she be doing now, how would her life been. There are songs written about it as well, for all of the fallen. A lot of people lost friends, family, and loved ones that day. More people were affected by this tragedy than I care to think about. Today, remembering these people, my heart and thoughts go out to each and every survivor and person who was affected that day.
I am sure a lot of blogs were written about this topic. A good friend, Lisa has posted her thoughts today as well. You can see them at http://lisa-weinberger.com/remembering-9-11-01/ and I encourage you to do so. Please comment below, and on Lisa’s page if you can.
(PS, this was written on my phone inbetween a full day of meetings. please excuse any typos or other errors!)
(PPS, liked Kirsten’s post at http://wrightcreativity.com/2008/09/do-you-remember/ so added it!