9/11

The thing I remember and feel the most about that day is fear.

One of my Aunts was living and working in New York at the time . Somehow I managed to get intouch with her fairly quickly and find out that she was ok physically.

As selfish as it sounds the thing that scared me the most was the last few flights flying over my house that night. I could hear the engines and I kept thinking, keep going, keep going.

I think it was me, but there didn't seem to be as many planes flying today.


On a much happier note, my niece had her first baby today. Welcome Jaime-Leigh.