I have seen this question posted today on many sites: what were you doing September 11, 2001?
I was at work when my husband called to tell me about the first airplane hitting the World Trade Center.
My boss and I turned on the radio. We couldn't believe what we were hearing. Later on, no one could believe what they were seeing as the television stations showed the dramatic scenes, over and over again. My mind became numb. I couldn't take in the horror, the sheer loss of life.
Time passes, and the too-vivid memories begin to fade, just a little. My question is, what stands out in your memory of that day?
For me, it is the telephone calls people in the towers or from the hijacked airplanes made when they realized they weren't coming home that day or any other.
What do you say to your loved ones when you know you are facing certain death? Knowing these are the last words they will ever hear from your lips?
Here is what some of them said:
“There’s a fire. I love you ... I don’t know if I’m going to be OK. I love you so much.”