Quote Originally Posted by Karen
Two of the planes left from our airport, Logan airport is a ten-minute drive from our house.

The florist downstair's boyfriend/partner was on one of the flights, I'll never forget Michael's screams of anguish that were loud enough to be heard through brick walls.

And after the interminable footage on TV, after caling Lady's Human, who was home with infant Marylin-Jean - she wasn't even a month old. After touching base with everyone, the eeriest part for us was the silence.

Boston is a big city, and Logan is a huge International airport, and suddenly, there were no planes overhead. None. No planes, no helicopters, the office buildings downtown had been evacuated ... and our skies were completely silent. Every once in a while fighter jets would go overhead, and in the otherwise silent sky, they were loud and ominous.

And then the skies were silent again.

And the mourning began, the city's heart was rent with grief, and the world had forever changed, and that morning was not yet over.

Pet Talk prayed with our members who couldn't reach family members in New York city that day. We were all very relieved when tatsxxx11's husband reported in at last, and cried with relief alongside RottieLuver when her cousin was heard from, he had evacuated the towers before they collapsed.

And now, 6 years later, life goes on, but our hearts remember.
When you talk about the planes and how they stopped flying, I remember hearing planes flying that night. The were fighter planes, protecting the East coast. Shortly before I heard the planes, I heard our town siren go off. It only goes off on Sunday's at Noon (and for warnings, which we've never had). But for some reason, the siren went off. I remember thinking that something happened at the Seabrook Nuke Facility. I was so scared. I remember thinking...this is it.

My hearts will forever go out to the people who died that day, their families and the people who have to live with the toxic dust today.