I can’t believe it has been almost 10 years.
I was in Ireland for my sister’s wedding. I had just dropped my son off at preschool (my sister-in-law owns her own in my hometown) and while he was at preschool I wanted to get a gag gift for my brother in law to be from my son who was going to be their ring bearer.
In a hardware store I spotted two figures, one each of Laurel and Hardy, my brother in law is a huge fan. I went in and was standing at the counter ready to pay for Laurel and Hardy when the clerk, an older lady said, “Wasn’t that an awful crash in America?” The lady behind me in line said, “Shocking altogether!”
I hadn’t got a clue what was happening and thought the bottom had fallen out of the stock market because things were not good on Wall Street when I left the USA. A stock market crash was being threatened for weeks.
My brother met me on the street outside the store and told me to get into his car. He told me that something had happened in America, a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center.
My first thought was, well it must have been pilot error. Those towers are pretty big and I had been in them many times.
He drove me to the preschool (his wife’s) and we went in. She was reading the children a story. They sat on the floor listening to her. My brother told her what we had heard. We turned on the radio. The children still sat quietly.
I looked at my son’s face as he was sitting waiting for the rest of the story with the other preschoolers, so innocent and happy. I wanted to take him with me and just disappear. Keep him safe from all the ugliness.
My husband was in Kerry playing golf and was staying there overnight. His aunt and uncle (B&B)were with him along with his parents and another aunt(R).
The aunt and uncle spent all day trying to reach their son, he was working on Wall Street at the time. If you remember seeing men in suits walking all covered in dust; he was one of them. He didn’t get home until after midnight.
The aunt(R) had a daughter who worked in the World Trade Center, Tower 2, her company had the day off on 9/11 ten years ago.
My next door neighbor lost her brother who worked for Cantor Fitzgerald, the company who lost the most people that horrible day. He called her to say goodbye.
On the night of 9/11 myself and my 2 1/2 year old son stayed in a hotel alone. Just as well; I wasn’t in much of a mood for talking. I just watched the footage being replayed again and again on the news and was terrified to fly back home.
Here’s George W. Bush’s memory of that day.
I’d like to read your story too.