September 11th Rememberance 
It has been 5 years. In some ways it seems longer and yet - just yesterday. Unrelated to me but so personal. I did not know anyone who was killed or injured but I still become emotional and cry whenever I am reminded of it. As a native New Yorker, it was kinda like someone invading my house and destroying it. Makes no sense - but there you have it.
So where was I on Sept 11th? At my house in Florida. I had finished getting dressed/ready for the day but had some time before I had to go to work. So I was in front of the TV watching the Today show as I normally did - trying to catch up on the days news. They break the normal routine to say something had happened at the twin towers - cut to a camera shot of the towers and that was when the second plane hit the towers.
I can remember suddenly sitting down with my mouth open - in pure shock. Calling my husband to ask if he had heard what is going on. Calling my dad to see if anyone knew where my cousin was (he lives and worked in Manhatten.) And simply not being able to think very much. When the first tower went down, I didn’t realize it at first. To me it was inconceivable that the towers would fall. I remember the cloud of dust and wondering what the heck was going on. It took a minute or two for it to dawn on me.
After that I went directly to the blood bank to donate. There were about 10 people already in line in front of me (many more would come after - the line went around the block and still they came). So there is where I spent the remainder of the morning and much of the afternoon. Waiting in line, donating and trying to come to terms with it. I still am.
I haven’t yet been able to bring myself to watch any of the movies or TV shows on it. Nor been able to look at the skyline or visit ground zero. I’m sure I will one day, but not yet.
