It's been 7 years since that horrible, tragic day. It will be one of those days in my life that I will remember like it happened yesterday. It was a beautiful, sunny fall morning and I was on my way to take J to pre-school and then was heading into work when I heard the news. We gathered around the TV in the conference room completely stunned. Everyone went home early and we watched the coverage into the night. Dh was supposed to be on a business trip with two colleagues in New York that day, but because I was 8 months pregnant with our C his colleagues had told him to stay home. They were only blocks from the WTC when the planes hit and were then stuck in NYC for several days. Our C was born two weeks to the day later--a bright light during a very sad time.
We will never forget.