09/11/2026
This is the view from our window. The Twin Towers were the night light for our boys. David was flying home that morning. The sky was so blue. I had just dropped the kids off at school.
I waited until both towers came down before I walked across to get the boys. Why did I wait? The fighter jets flew over - but it was too late. People covered in ash were walking up 6th avenue. It was like we were extras in some horrible movie. People were quiet. Some were sobbing. How would I explain the unimaginable to my boys.
My younger son didn’t understand really what was happening until he stood at the window of our dining room and then he screamed - I will never forget that moment.
David’s plane was safely on the ground in Memphis. I couldn’t breathe until I knew he was okay. He ended up driving with his colleagues for two days to get home.
No planes in the air but the constant helicopters still haunts me as does the light from the pit downtown. We closed the blinds in the boys room for months.
The city came together in a way that none of us that lived through it will forget. The kindness was real.
They said we should have kids take cookies to our firefighters to say thank you. Everyone at our fire station died that day.
25 years later - I feel so grateful to be here - in the city I love with my family. I remember that night - wondering what the future would be for our boys. It certainly isn’t perfect - but we are together with circles of kindness around us. I send all my thoughts and prayers to the families that lost their loved ones. ❤️
