I was in a deep sleep when I was abruptly awakened by the phone ringing. It was my husband telling me to turn on the television. A plane had just hit the one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I was dazed and confused, but I turned the television on. I thought I had to be dreaming. What happened? How could a plane get that far off course and fly into the tower? As I was trying to wake myself up enough to get clarity on what was going on. The second tower was hit. This was not a dream. It was a nightmare.
In the days that followed...there were lots of tears shed in this house and all over the country. I mostly ached for all of the children who's parents went to work that morning just as they do everyday, or who got on one of those flights for a business trip, but they would not be coming home...ever.
