Today marks the sixth anniversary since 9/11-01. In a way it feels like it was so recent, in other ways it feels like it was so long ago. Actually, to me, it feels like so much time has passed since that horrible morning.
Karolina had just started Kindergarten, she was five years old. I had just dropped her off at school, and I was on my way to the gym. I was listening to the radio in the car, and I heard something about a plane crashing into WTC in NYC! Weird, I thought, on this beautiful, clear day…How could that be???
The weather was perfect, the bluest of skies, calm and warm. A super nice late summer day. How could a pilot not see a building like the twin tower?
But, a plane had indeed crashed into one of the twin towers…It must have been a Cessna, or so they said on the morning show that I was listening to. A little bit later Peter called on my mobile. He was saying the same thing about a plane. We quite did not get it.
After about three minutes I’d reached the gym, went inside and started using the stair-master just in front of a row of TV’s. We all (at the gym) saw when the second plane , a JET, blasted into tower two, and after that I think a ¾ of the gym patrons left the gym. I was one of them…
This was just too bizarre to take in, to understand. Peter called again, said he was on his way home. I looked around me while driving. In one car a woman was sobbing…
I was back home in no time. Turned on the TV!! My GOD, what had happened???
They were showing the horrible images of the planes crashing into WTC over and over again.
Then the news reached us that there were two other planes out there. Destination: Washington DC…
During all this my parents tried to call, I think it took them several tries before they could finally reach me. The phone lines to and from the States were over-loaded…
My friends called from Sweden, and my siblings.
After a while we got the news about the plane that crashed into the Pentagon. Mayhem!!
My sister-in-law, Suzy, called me with the news about my father-in-law who now was missing. He works at the Pentagon. Nobody had heard from him, nobody knew if he was in the part of the building that had been hit.
Peter came home, and we went down to the school to collect Karolina. SO, many parents were there picking up their kids, some of them in tears. But, I guess most people were just solemn.
When we got back home we jumped in the car and drove to my in-laws house. It just felt right to go there. As we arrived there we got the wonderful news that Pete (my father-in-law) was fine and on his way home. That was wonderful for us to hear! Pete had been in a meeting in the opposite side of the Pentagon and he had felt the crash like a vibration. They had all thought it was a small earth-quake.
We stayed at my in-laws for a while. Pete got back home several hours later.
So, we went home, talked to our neighbors, watched TV, tried to understand. Watched more TV, it was the only thing we could do those days and weeks afterwards.
We live close to Dulles Airport, and as you all know all air traffic were stopped that day. Planes that were on their way to the States had to turn around again mid-air, and people within the US were grounded at air-ports everywhere. It was eerily quiet. Only military planes flew over us over and over again…
At night, after dark, it got totally BLACK here in Reston. No power!! By then we pretty much all thought it was the end of the world. But, it was just a regular power outage, but I never, ever forgot the way it felt…
Now, we are sitting here six years later. Is the world a safe place? I think it lost a lot of its safeness that very day. It will really never be the same again.
United Airlines out of Logan Airport in Boston destined for LA.
American Airlines out of Logan in Boston destined for LA.
Both of these planes hit the twin towers in NYC.
American Airlines out of Dulles Airport, Washington DC destined for LA.
This plane hit the Pentagon.
United Airlines out of Newark, NJ destined for S.F
The plane never reached the terrorists goal (the capitol building in Washington DC) the passengers took control of the flight and it crashed in a field in rural Pennsylvania)