As I was sitting in traffic this morning, trying to get across the Ross Island Bridge, I found myself searching the sky for airplanes. As the wife of a pilot, airplanes are a daily thought. My children yell greetings to all aircraft, as if their daddy is the only pilot out there and he can always hear them cry "love you".
Today was different, I wasn't just looking for a connection to My Love. I was looking for a connection to humanity. While we were parked on Powell, I flipped the radio on. Listening to anything in the car can be tricky as my 5 yr old wants EVERYTHING explained to her and the boys want to point out every fire truck, crane, and slug-bug (in very "outside" voices). The only thing I really heard was part of an interview where the only question was "where were you on 9/11/2001?" We were living in Springfield. I was home alone with our daughter and my pilot was gone. He ended up grounded in Boise, Idaho. He could have been in Accra, Ghana and we wouldn't have felt any further apart. That was the most alone I have ever felt.
I'm sitting here, staring at the screen, and find myself at a loss for words...I am still sad, angry, and confused...
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you're making me homesick...
Hey-
yeah that was a crazy day. I was apart from my family as well. At the time it happened, it was nighttime in Seoul and I was on the phone with my brother in Kansas (morning there). My neighbor in the apartment next to me knocked on my door and just said "Turn on CNN now." So my brother and I watched as the 2nd tower got hit and then we quickly said our goodbyes. The phone lines were down for the rest of the night...
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