On September 11, 2001, my Hubby and I had been married all of ten days.
Back then, I was still a morning person, while hubby was (and still is) not. I was in the office around 7 am PDT. The phone rang and a friend said, “turn the TV on.” I quickly ran to the living room, grabbed the remote and could not believe my eyes.
As I turned the TV on the second plane was just heading into the second tower at the World Trade Centre. The first tower was burning. I was watching this unfold live. I remember being frozen not able to move, speak or react. If it weren’t for the “Live” caption on the screen I would have sworn I was watching a disaster movie.
When I was able to process what was happening and hear what the news anchors were saying, I woke up Hubby and said, “something really bad is happening.” An understatement, I know, but it was all I had at the time.
I remember us sitting there on the couch holding hands tightly and not speaking for quite awhile. We were trying to take in what was happening. I remember crying a lot. This wasn’t just about New York or the U.S., this was about the world.
I remember reading or hearing about how so many couples got married shortly after the events of 9/11. I know it felt so good that we were married at the time. God was definitely in us moving our date from June of the next year.
This past Friday evening on our National News, they featured a Toronto Pearson Airport traffic controller remembering what it was like that day, 15 years ago. He said it was all going normally and he was checking on a flight headed to Europe when he was passed a note that said that airspace over the United States was closed. They were to divert and land all planes. The controllers were told a plane went into the World Trade Centre.
The controller said they just thought it was a small plane and that it was an accident. However, when they found out a second plane had hit that could no longer be the explanation; something was seriously wrong. Once all the planes were landed safely, he said that it was an eerie feeling. The skies were never empty of planes as it is a busy airport.
That day went in slow motion for me and I am sure most other people were the same. The impact of this act of terrorism went from wide-scale with all the deaths and injuries, to small and close to home.
My sister-in-law’s boyfriend had been at a music festival in Kansas City and had to camp out at the airport for several days.
September 11th is my mother-in-law’s birthday and everyone in the family forgot to call her. We made up for it the day after but it was still very awkward saying it without referring to the incidents that changed the world. It has become easier to celebrate with her over the years, but my heart still remembers what happened 15 years ago.
Let’s hope none of us ever forgets.