I was born and raised in Brooklyn NY, worked in Manhattan for many years and my former husband actually worked in the WTC before we moved to FL. It had been an emotional, confusing morning already because my mom went to the hospital in an emergency situation, my husband was in or on his way to Boston for business and I couldn't get in touch with him and I was actually home from work that day. I was talking on the phone with my sister trying to find out what was going on with my mom and heard about the first attack on the news. They didn't actually know what was going on yet. Then the second plane hit and everything became different in my entire life. It was like they crashed it right into my heart. . .this is my hometown and I knew people who worked in and around that area. I still had some family there and couldn't get in touch. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I recently found out that a childhood friend of my lost her husband who was a firefighter in the 9/11 attack. I have tried to get in touch with her to no avail but I hope that one day I will see her again and give her the hug that is waiting for her.

My heart is back in NYC today.

Cathy