I've just finished watching tapes of the attacks of 9/11. It's just as frightening now and as it was then. As the towers fell, a reporter said the exact words I heard on the walk uptown, "They're gone". That's all anyone could say, that was enough.
In the days that followed we were all in shock as we were glued to our TV's watching over and over the planes and the dust covered people running for their lives. Some memories of that day come back occasionally. Today, I remembered that my son was on a construction site in Brooklyn watching through binoculars as "debris" fell from the buildings when he realized in horror that he was actually watching people choosing to die from the jump rather than being burned to death.
Watching the moment of silence at the White House I remembered that on October 11 at 8:46 am in New York, we had a moment of silence. All traffic stopped. I was riding a bus to get to work when we stopped for that moment.
We all dealt with our shock and grief, whether from personal loss or the realization that it could happen to us, in different ways. I called everyone I knew just to know that at least my family and friends were all still here.
A friend of mine using her talent painted this triptych, I wish my photo was as good as the original.
The remaining walls of the buildings were a reminder of the horrors of that day.