I was at work and my co-worker had the radio on. Once the second plane hit I looked at Sharon and said we are under attack. She looked at me and no sound came out of her mouth.
I ran to the computer, my son was on an Air Craft Carrier headed for the Middle East I know I had only moments to e-mail him before all communcation would be shut down.
I remember my words.
"I know where you are, I know where you are going, be careful, I love you so much"
His ship was the first one there, trying to keep peace. I was so scared for him.
My other son was in boot camp in Texas. I prayed and said "please God don't send them both there" my prayers were answersed. They were both there but at seperate times.
As a mom I had no idea how long or to what extent this would be and I was so afraid for my boys, my country and all that I loved and all living beings man and beast.
Sept 11 is also the day my mom had her car accident 9/11/94, she died on the 22th. Never waking from the coma, I could only hold her hand and talk to her, not knowing if she heard me. Her neck was broken, we had no idea if she would be able to move at all if she awoke. It was hell on earth. The worst time of my life by far. I have always dreaded 9/11.