re: #147 Hecuba’s daughter

When I turned on the car radio while driving to work that Tuesday morning, they were reporting on the first plane. Everyone was assuming it was an accident by a small plane. Suddenly, one of those being interviewed screamed that a plane — another plane — had crashed into the second building and I knew immediately that we were now at war, though the enemy was still unknown.

The love of my life was on a plane traveling to work at Kinder-Morgan at the WTC. I didn’t breathe until I got his message on my pager that he was ok.