Most of us probably remember it like it was yesterday. I do.
Night owl that I am, I usually go to be between 5 and 6 a.m. but that morning I couldn’t go to sleep right away. I was restless and couldn’t think of any reason to be.
I finally dropped off and Hubby woke me up less than an hour later, saying something about war. The cats had been acting up when I went to bed and in my stupor I thought he was telling me there was a big brawl. I stormed out to the family room yelling and the cats were all just sitting around. That’s when Hubby told me to look at the TV and I saw the buildings encased in smoke.
We watched in horror for a little while and after the plane went down in PA, we got on the move, not knowing if more planes were out there or where they might be. He gassed up the vehicles and I went to stock up on food and other supplies.
I didn’t go to sleep until the wee hours of Thursday morning, I was so wound up. I couldn’t stop thinking about all the lives lost.
I was also furious at the scumbags who pulled off the attacks and am to this day. No forgiveness.
It's so odd the details of where we were and doing that day...and it's pretty vivid details as well.
I could see at work people were basically in mild shock it seemed. They popped in and out the lunch room as I never saw before as the TV was constantly on. And everyone was anxious to finish the work day so they could get home and learn more.
In all likelihood most Americans didn't sleep well that entire week. Riveted to our TV'S and waiting to hear how the US was going to react. But there was certainly the knowing 'everything' had certainly changed....in what way we would learn along the way.