Today I am reflecting, as I’m sure so many are. I’m reflecting on that day, 11 year ago. 9/11 impacted so many of us. My aunt’s office was up somewhere between the 80th and 90th floor of the North Tower and my uncle worked in both. My Great Uncle Danny was part of the elevator maintenance team for Otis Elevators and he was responsible for keeping all those hundreds of elevators operational.
We reconnected with my Uncle and Aunt about 3 years ago. It was so good to see them. Each of them recounted that day for us. Their stories sent chills down my spine. I’ll never forget exactly what I was doing that day, how I cried watching those plans crash intentionally into the WTC towers. I was scared, I was in shock, and most of all, I was sad. Sad for those families that lost loved ones, sad for all those that jumped to their deaths, sad for all those men and women trapped under the rubble and sad for those children that weren’t going to have their parents there anymore to tuck them in at night.
There isn’t really any need for me to elaborate here. The long and short of it is, I’m grateful these two people are still in my life, I’m sad for those who lost so many loved ones on that day. I’m sure it doesn’t get easier for the survivors, but it is nice for them to know they are loved.