My 9/11 story
I'll never forget my day. I had just put the kids on the school bus and my dad stopped in after walking the dogs. I didn't even have the TV on that morning for whatever reason.
We were just walking out the door when the phone rang. It was my cousin screaming about attacks. Turn on the TV. OK. Dad and I just sat there watching, stunned as the second tower was hit and then as they both fell. Who would do that?
I drove him home and came back and started trying to reach my in-laws who were on a bus trip to Atlantic City, NJ. Couldn't reach them all day and I was more than a bit worried.
My MIL finally called us that afternoon to say that FIL had been rushed to the hospital with heart problems. She was in tears, all alone. Don't come, I'll be ok. Wrong answer! Hubby had just started a new job and couldn't go, so I ran to my parents' house and asked Mom if she wanted to take a road trip. She thought I was out of my mind until I told her why. She called her boss and said we had to go. I threw a few things in a bag and off we went.
It was so quiet on the Interstate that night. There were signs up all over warning that NYC was closed because an "incident." We had no idea what to expect. Would there be more attacks? We stopped around midnight at a roadside hotel to get a few hours of sleep, then took off for Widwood, NJ (right outside of Atlantic City).
When we get there, we thought we'd be bringing him home the next morning. We were there three or four days. They wanted him to have surgery there, but MIL decided to bring him home to have it.
As I was standing on the beach on 9/12, just watching the ocean when it hit me. My 9-year old daughter had said we would be on the beach that day. A few days before, she had said that and I just laughed. There was no way we could be on the beach. She was right though, there I stood. How did she know?