I was getting my 3 yr old ready for preschool. When the first plane hit, the TODAY show was on and i remember thinking, no.. that doesnt look like the
damage of a cessna.( what was originally called in to the station ) I watched in disbelief as ppl jumped from the buildings holding hands. I naively
wondered where they were landing. It didnt set in that these ppl were choosing their death other than letting death come find them. I left to go get
cigarettes and bring my daughter to school. By the time i got to the gas station the second plane had hit.
The preschool was full of moms dropping off their kids. The husbands were FDNY and had gotten called into the city. I wondered if my NYPD-ESU friend
was headed there as well.
There was no going west that day. On Long Island, all roads west were used for emergency personnel heading to Manhattan. Living near a small airport
on the island, the silence was deafening. The only sound was the roar of fighter planes every few hours.
I was glued to the television all day like most of the country. When the buildings came down, i cannot even begin to express what i felt. My dad
worked on the twin towers during construction... and i had been there for my job as well a few times. The ppl.. were they all out? How can this be
happening? So many thoughts flooded my mind.
My brother got a call later that evening. ESU Truck number 1 had been on site. Brian McDonnell, one of the finest and funniest ppl i have ever met,
never made it out of the building. Only his kevlar vest was recovered.
My FDNY neighbor, Ed Rall never made it out . Weeks later, his funeral procession went down our block .I had my 2 children outside with American
flags and we all saluted his casket on the truck.
My friend from HS , Timothy Byrne never came home.
The area where i live and work has been devastated. Husbands, wives, fathers, uncles, aunts, friends, neighbors, cousins, brothers and sisters. It
seems everyone on Long Island lost someone that day.
Today at the school i work in, children were talking about their losses. One family with 3 kids lost their father. He was a member of the FD and HAD
made it out. He killed himself months later unable to live with what he saw, and that he had made it out when so many of his brothers in the dept did
The ripples from this event are still reaching ppl i love and care about. A huge hole has been ripped into the heart and soul of NY as well as the
rest of the country.
I had been trying to not think about 9-11 or speak of it much.. but ty for this very therapeutic opportunity.