I remember that day. I was at work. In fact, I'd only been back at work a week (after DH died). I heard a commotion in the front of the office and everyone was going into the conference room where there was a TV. I can remember standing there with all my co-workers watching the coverage. Phones were ringing but it seemed like nobody heard them. We were all just in shock at what we were seeing.

I was considerably more emotional then as I'd just buried my DH.....but this was just plain terrifying. I can remember not wanting to be alone. I needed to be around people I knew. I didn't like being separated from my family.

I am definitely not the same person I was before 9/11. I'm much less trusting of people I don't know. But I'm so much closer to the family I have left. I believe it's a combination of the two events that have caused me to to feel this way. I don't take things for granted anymore.

I pray everyday that something like 9/11 never happens again. But I think we're all living life looking over our shoulder and sleeping with one eye open. I just don't see how this could not have impacted the way folks think and live.