The terrorits that flew the plane into the Pentagon
lived in the same city as Nord and myself. They lived
inbetween the areas where we live in San Diego
And at the time they were there is the San Diego area, my senile father kept going to the window and looking out and saying there were evil men out there.
He would try to show us that there was a M in the lights that was a sign of them.
I escorted my parents on their flight out of San Diego on August 29, 2001, to Texas where they went into an assisted living apartment.
On 9/11 I was in their home in El Cajon, alone, trying to finish some packing up, waiting to go pick up my brother and sister at the airport. Sis was coming in from Anchorage and Bro from Dallas.
Phone rang about 6 am. It was brother. "You missed your flight?" I asked.
He told me what was going on, that his plane wasn't allowed to take off and that an AA plane had been hijacked and flown into the WTC. I burst into tears. I had been fearing this since 1992, but once it came all I could do was cry and spend the next few days alone semi-catatonic.
My sister called to say her plane had been on the runway and had been turned around. She didn't know why. As I told her, she turned and told the other passengers near the phone.