We were at home, about to start school for the day. As soon as I heard about the attacks, I went to the bank for some cash, filled our gas tanks and went to the grocery store to stock up. At that point, we didn’t know what else would happen, and I wanted to be as prepared as I could. Later that day, I was going to attend a special prayer service at our church, but our daughter came down with the flu. It took two weeks for it to run it’s course through our whole family. We spent most of that time glued to the TV.
I lived in Rockwall, Tx about 20 miles east of Dallas, which is where my husband (dryman) and myself grew up.
I took my daughter who was 6 to school, as I was coming back to the house I commented to myself what a beautiful day it was.
I got home and my husband dryman was ironing and watching Fox. He said some small plane flew into one of the towers.
I sat and watched as everyone was trying to figure out what exactly happened. They weren't sure if it was a small plane or a larger. As I sat watching the news I watched as another plane flew into the other Trade Center Tower. I was like “oh My God” and screamed to my husband who was getting ready that another “F’n” plane flew into the other tower. He came out and watched with me and said this is no accident.
He had to leave for work so I watched wondering what might happen next. I thought about my neighbor who was a good friend was from Manhattan. I called her but she didn’t answer. I just left a message to come over as fast as she
could because I wasn’t about to leave that kind of message on her phone. She called right back. I told her to come over to my house right now. She didn’t ask why, she just came. When she walked in my living room, I told her what
was going on, not long after she got there we watched the second building come down. We held each other as we cried.
Her son use to work in the towers and was getting ready to
get married. She begged him a month before to move away from there because she had a bad feeling that something was
going to happen. Thank God they moved to Texas before this.
However, Jessica did lose family members that day. They
were firefighters.
I left my daughter at school because I felt it was probably safest there.
The only time I felt comfort was when all the planes were grounded, then I didnt feel like a sitting duck, wondering how in the hell has this happened.
Later that night after I put my daughter to bed. Not saying anything because she was a 1st grader and couldn't possibly
understand, I went and set outside in my driveway with Jessica and other neighbor moms and looked up at the sky that was still so clear but this time quiet. There were no Airplanes flying to and from DFW. A sight I hope we never have to look at again.
The most sereal and longest day in my life.