Then the second plane hit the other tower, and that's when we knew that it was no accident. I nervously dropped my family off at the airport and proceeded to go back home. I gave Brian a call at work and he said that his boss was closing the office and wanted all of his employees to head to his house. I drove to his bosses house and that's where I watched the towers fall.
About an hour later, I got a call from my mom that they had boarded the plane, but then they were told that their flight was cancelled. All flights had been grounded. I got back in my car and went to the airport to pick them up. The rest of the day, I was glued to the TV, like most Americans.
They have a memorial site set up just down the street from Ground Zero. They have a model of what the memorial site will look like when it's completed. It was overwhelming to see all of the signs people had made looking for their lost loved ones. I personally didn't know anyone who lost their lives on that horrible day, but today as I watched the videos all over again, I was brought to tears. Tears for those innocent lives that were lost. Tears for the young fathers and mothers who never got the chance to see their children grow up. Tears for the brave fire fighters and police officers who risked their lives to save just one. Tears for the brave women and men aboard Flight 93 who saved countless lives by crashing into a field in Shanksville, PA.
We Will Never Forget. I Will Never Forget. God Bless America!