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Notes from the Homefront -- Theresa Jarosz Alberti, writer and mother... http://sapphire.albatross.org
The day three years ago comes back to me in snatches... the absolute beauty of a sunny September day, the radio on in the kitchen with news of a plane hitting the WTC (we thought a small plane, an accident)... turning on the TV to see the fire, and then kids and DH and I watching as another plane hit the second tower... the shock and horror of that moment... and me needing to walk the kids to school... reassuring them that New York was very far away (they knew that since we had driven there the year before, two days to get there)... me spending the morning watching TV, calling DH on phone as the day got worse and worse... scared and horrified... unsure of the world we lived in anymore... story after terror-filled story that day... and in the afternoon, I drove over to my community garden plot, picking tomatoes and green beans with shaky hands, almost like it was a normal day...
Posted by sapphire at September 11, 2004 05:16 PMI remember turning that t.v. on, I was actually online that morning chatting with a cousin. She told me to turn it on. I was frozen while watching, then that second one and when the third one happened I was scared more would, possibly even hit somewhere near us. Maybe that explains why for a long time I would have nightmares of a giant plane crashing into our home. Ya know I never thought about why I was having those dreams until now.
That day changed everyone, even if it was just slightly. My son had preschool that morning, he was sent home later on. I was so happy to have him with me.