I live on Long Island, way too close to New York City, and I had attended a DARK SHADOWS convention at the Marriott Hotel RIGHT THERE only three weeks before, so it made it even scarier for me. I was at work on 9/11, and when a co-worker came in and announced that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center, I made a remark about the pilot having terrible aim and continued working. When he said a second plane had crashed into the other building, we knew something terrible was happening. We gathered in my manager's office, where he had a TV set, and began watching the news. We heard about the other missing planes. We were all terrified. We knew this was a terrorist attack, but didn't know where it began or ended. We knew a lot of people were dead, but still hoped for survivors. I went for my usual half hour walk, my thoughts swirling madly: What was happening to our world? One thing I knew for sure--nothing was ever going to be the same again.
It's hard for me to believe it's been 14 years, too. I did not know anyone who perished in the World Trade Center massacre, which, given that I live on Long Island, was a miracle. But we were ALL from Manhattan that day, all Americans, all holding hands against an enemy that hated us and wanted us dead.
I love you, Val, and everyone else who remembers that day, who mourns the loss of lives and our loss of innocence.