On 9/11/2001 I lived and worked on Long Island, NY and my husband worked in midtown Manhattan. My two sons were 12 and 15.
I remember getting ready for work while The Today Show was on in the background.
I remember that right before I was ready to leave I heard Matt Lauer report that a plane hit the World Trade Center, but they thought it was a small plane and an accident, so I left for work.
On my short drive to work, I heard on the radio that another plane hit the other tower and knew it had to be terrorism. I didn't know if I should turn around or continue on to work, but because it was a new job I continued on.
I remember spending almost the entire time at work listening to radio reports (we didn't have a TV) on everything that was happening.
I remember trying to call my husband's cell phone at least a 100 times without being able to get through to him.
I remember my sons calling from school (they didn't have cell phones yet but all the schools let every student make a call from their phones) to see if dad was okay). I told them that since he works in midtown, far away from the WTC, that he is fine.
I remember that my biggest fear for my husband was how would he get home. All forms of transportation were shut down and all tunnels and bridges were closed to cars.
I remember leaving work by 2pm because I wanted to get home before my kids. It is normally a 5 minute drive home on the Long Island Expressway. It turns out that the LIE was closed going toward the city for everyone except emergency vehicles. It took me an hour to get home.
I remember being shocked when I walked into my house and my husband was already there watching coverage of the WTC on TV with my kids. In a stroke of luck, a co-worker commuted by driving to Long Island City and then took the subway into Manhattan. So he and my husband walked across the 59th street bridge and to his car and then drove out to Long Island. They had no traffic at all since no cars were actually able to leave the Manhattan.
I remember getting a call from a friend of ours telling us that a mutual friend, Andy, worked in the World Trade Center. We didn't realize it because he had just started the job one week earlier. He was on a high floor and became a casualty of 9/11.
I remember going to his home the next night to visit his wife and kids along with all his other friends. It was surreal. It wasn't the same as with a regular death, because you couldn't be 100% sure.
Living in NYC, I don't have to remember 9/11 because I never forget.
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