I'm a former NYer, too, born and raised in Woodhaven, Queens. I remember when those towers were built ...
I was searching on the radio dial for a program I wanted to listen to, and came across something about the president being informed of a serious situation. I knew something bad had happened, so I shooed my kids out of the family room where they were watching "Sesame Street." I saw the towers burning, and realized that the casualty count was going to be really high. I got online to check on family and friends, when one told me that "they're gone." I rushed back downstairs and saw the replays of the collapse. I sank to my knees and cried ...
As a Catholic, I was so proud of Fr. Mychal Judge, who died while praying over another victim ... And of all the brave men and women who ran toward the danger instead of away from it.
From then on it was a waiting game to see if my brother and friends, who all worked down in the financial district, were okay. They were, but they all lost people. My brother is friends with a lot of cops and firefighters, and my dad is a retired Port Authority police officer. My husband used to work as a civilian for the U. S. Army. The area of the Pentagon that got hit was one he'd been to very often, since it was the headquarters of the command.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon them May they rest in peace, Amen.
Cathy Koenig