Remembering September 11, 2001
Here is something I wrote for my personal Facebook page several years ago. I do still have my Day Job & this little business I'm trying to get started (???) & don't have time to Re-write something original AGAIN. I may take a time out for a while as I am beyond exhausted. We'll see.
September 11, 2011 at 7:13am
I'm sitting here this am watching the 10th Anniversary Memorials & attempting to write this through the blinding tears that are streaming down my face. On that God-awful wretched day, we thought our beloved sister Kimberly was dead. I couldn't stop crying then as I am now.
Having completed her Under Graduate Bachelor's Degree at Duke, she was working on her Master's at NYU & living in Time Square.
As you can imagine all communication was jammed: you couldn't call in, you couldn't call out.
Just dead silence.
Charles Gibson & I
I can't remember who called whom first, but Bonnie & I were desperately trying to get any word that she was still alive.
To make matters worse, Mom & Dad were MIA too.
On their way back from their second home in London, had their plane been used as one of the missiles???
Bonnie & I were facing the possibility of having 3 dead family members.
Apparently her route between Time Square & NYU had put her Subway car emerging from the tunnel just before it collapsed - literally the last car to make it out.
I cannot imagine the nightmares she must still have. But I'm not her, I cannot speak for her. I can only relate my own hellish panic that I felt on that day.
Me outside AP Headquarters NYC 2001
And so happy that everyone's OK.