September 11, 2001
I remember that day so well. My father was in town staying with my aunt and uncle in Orange, CA. I had just gotten home from the airport where I had dropped my husband off for a trip he had to make. It was like 6:30 AM here in California and for some reason I turned on the TV. At that time the first building had been hit. Then when the second one was hit I called my aunts house to tell them. Then I received a call from my husband asking me if something was going on. He was sitting on the runway but they were not taking off. I of course told him what was going on and I went back to pick him up. I personally didn't know anyone in the building or anywhere else in the country who was killed or injured but I did bowl with a girl whose cousin was killed in the towers. It was a horrific day.