Remembering September 11th, 2001

A wheat field full of red poppies during sunset, 06/02/2017. Photo by Roland Lang.

I remember September 11th, 2001, well, in fairness, I remember my morning.

I remember waking up, the Today show was on, during the Today show, I heard the craziest thing, it wouldn’t remain the craziest thing I heard that day, but in the early morning hours of 6 a.m. CA time, hearing the weather person for our local news say, “we have some fog delays,” was crazy given the day before it was 90 degrees outside.

So, I called my sister-in-law, our kids both attended school, I asked her, after she said, “It’s really early to talk,” if she heard anything about some crazy fog delays she said, “no, but we saw a plane hit the world trade center.”

As she said it, the Today show came back from their local weather break and commercial and there it was a plane struck the World Trade Center. Now, I can’t recall what they were talking about, at that moment in time, we just like they did thought it had been an accident and then as they chatted, we saw the second plane.

My sister-in-law and I were laughing about something, just as we both saw the second plane hit the tower.

It took a good minute or two before I truly registered what happened, I don’t recall the order of events, because it seemed like time sort sped up, next thing, that’s clear, a plane was downed in Pennsylvania and then the Pentagon was it hit.

It was the Pentagon hit that stuck, because my uncle, my mothers brother, and his wife, my aunt, both worked near and at the Pentagon.

The rest of that day was a blur of news, speculation, more news.

My uncle finally was able to get a hold of my mother, they were both unharmed, physically at least, he had been in his office across the street from the Pentagon, while my aunt was at a military base, locked down, it was fours or five hours before he was able to pick her up.

Neither my uncle, who passed away last year, or my aunt still living on the east coast, were able to fly again after that day, they lost friends that day, both started calling my mom weekly after that day, just to say hello.

So many lives that day were changed forever.

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