They called New York and were told to stay put. No one was allowed back into New York. My grandson's name is Troy Saunders, and the friend's name was Anthony DeRubbio. Then they were told they could come back to New York, and Anthony DeRubbio learned when he did get back his brother, David DeRubbio, had died in the tower.
I have a poster on my porch that has his name on it and thousands more. I'll leave it there as long as I'm here.
Shortly before 9/11, I had drastically changed my life. I quit a dead-end job to start a voice-over career and write a novel. On Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001, I woke up a little later than normal and was about to go out and run some errands before sitting down to write. I turned on the TV while getting organized to go and the "Today" show was on. A stunned Katie Couric was speaking, and a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I stared at the television, trying to make sense of what had happened, thinking that someone was making a horror movie in New York and the "Today" show was playing a part in it.
Then the second plane crashed and the realization that it was real hit me. I tried to call my Aunt Peg, who lives in Brooklyn, and couldn't get through (later, she told me that she saw all the smoke and wondered what they were doing over in New Jersey this time.) I called my mom in Florida and couldn't get through to her. All I could do was send up prayers for everyone I love and everyone in the path of the planes.
After a plane hit the Pentagon and another landed in that field in Pennsylvania, near where my mom spent her childhood summers, it all just felt so overwhelming. My only response was tears.