About this time on 9/11/2001 I was boarding a plane in Providence, RI. I remember the red haired security gal who was barely paying attention to her job, not really watching the camera. I actually remember thinking "she's thinking about her date last night and not paying attention to the security at all".
I remember walking thru the Chicago airport and wondering why all the TV's were off.
I remember waiting impatiently on the next plane; wondering why we weren't taking off on our flight to San Jose, CA.
I remember people trickling onto the plane, muttering about a plane and the WTC and thinking it must have been some small plane pilot who lost power, poor souls.
I remember the shock of hearing the overall gist of the story, seeing the Flight Attendants crying, listening to the pilot telling us that there was a "problem" and that we wouldn't be taking off soon.
I remember calling my husband and listening to him cry, thinking that my plane to Chicago was possibly one of horror-planes, maybe getting ready to hit the Sears Tower. I'd never heard him cry like that before.
I remember driving, driving, driving home - spending the night in Sandusky Ohio - and at 11:00 pm that night, seeing for the first time, the awful, horrible videos of the planes hitting the WTC...in my home town...where we had Dad's birthday party the year before...where my brother had been staying the week before. I couldn't grasp it all.
I remember needing to see my loved ones, to hug my husband, to hug my nephews. I remember another day of driving home - and just going, going and going. It seemed like a week until I could get home.
I remember thinking "we will never be the same again". I remember crying for the loss, for everyone's loss, for NYC's loss.
I will always remember that day. Every detail is etched in my mind. I don't obsess about it, but I will never forget it.