Remembering 9/11

In early September 2001, my work needed me to go to MA to check on an acquisition they were making. I didn’t want to go. I can’t really remember why, there was something going on at home (school starting? Macdougal’s birthday?) that I didn’t want to miss. I made it as difficult as possible for them, refusing to fly from SD because it wasn’t a direct flight. So I was booked from LA. But I still wasn’t happy and complained daily. Finally, a week or so before I was to leave my boss succumbed to my annoying harping and postponed the trip by two weeks.

The morning of 9/11 I could not go back to sleep after Mr. Vixen left for work at 5am, so I was watching live when the second plane crashed. It was overwhelmingly devastating. I am really an old softy and can be quite sensitive. I just sat on the couch, unable to move away from the screen. Until the kids woke up and came to see why I didn’t wake them for school. That distracted me. They had questions. They had fears. I had to take care of them.

As I walked into work, the TV was in the front hall and everyone was standing around it. My coworker ran up to me and hugged me. She wanted me to pray with her. As she prayed, she thanked God that I had made such a fuss about not going to Boston. I stopped her. “What are you talking about?” She went over to her desk (she did all the travel arrangements) and pulled out my itinerary. I had been booked to return home on this day, on United Airlines Flight 175, the very plane I had watched fly into the tower just hours before. I sat at my desk, grateful and shocked. My phone rang and it was my mother. She was crying and saying “that was your flight.”

I know I can only imagine the pain and suffering of the families of all the victims on that day. I feel their loss so personally. It hurts my heart to imagine their life without their loved ones. I will always remember.
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12 Comments

  1. It is still so strange to drive down the turnpike and not see the towers puncutating the end of Manhattan. I haven’t been able to muster the strength to go to ground zero.

  2. Mar

    Sometimes the world seems so big and against us. I am so glad it was so small that day and on your side.

  3. Wow, Vixen. Thank you for sharing this. I’m so glad that you weren’t on that plane, and I hurt inside for those that were.

  4. Reading your post gave me shivers. You were very lucky! :-)
    I so feel for those who lost their lives and their families…

    Last night, I have posted in my blog a video as my remembering 9/11 post, and I couldn’t help but crying… again :-(

    My Husband was in the military at the time it happened…. Terrible memories…

    Big {{{HUGS}}} for you! :-)

  5. thanks, vix, for sharing.

  6. Suzanne

    I have read that flights thats crash have a statistically higher cancellation rate than other flights…

    Here’s to those who were not so fortunate:

    http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6b/911_victims.jpg

  7. Wow. I am so glad you weren’t on that plane. I was stunned on 9/11, too. I couldn’t move from the TV screen and honestly, didn’t leave my house for much of the week that followed. It wasn’t even the images that I saw, but the images we could never see, like the fear and even the bravery of the passengers on those planes. it’s something i think about all the time. I’ll never forget it.

    Thank you for sharing your story.

    Jessica

  8. What a poignant reminder! It gave me goosebumps to read your story. Divine intervention kept you off that plane, amazing!

    Thank you for sharing!

  9. Thank God you resisted getting on that plane!
    .-= SandyCarlson´s last blog ..Blog Your Blessings: Rick Riordan =-.

  10. i send you the BIGGEST HUGS, I am SO damn glad you were not on that plane, and so happy you are my friend.

    lisa
    .-= lisa´s last blog ..Les Paul ~ Lover of Music Gone but never to be forgotten =-.

  11. I’m in Canada and don’t know anyone in New York, and it affects me every year. My heart hurts when I see pictures with that skyline. Thank you for sharing your story with us. Stories like that and others from that fateful day help others to realize how precious our world and lives are.

    with respect and love,
    Barb

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