“She worked at the World Trade Center, and she’d shop on her lunch break. She ALWAYS had the most out-of-this-world clothing. She was constantly turning heads. ‘Do you think Grandma is gone?’ All I remember is the way she looked at me.”
“It was then that I saw it. My husband was a hero. In that moment I witnessed in his deepest, darkest despair, yet he still did the right thing.”
“After the first plane hit, my Senior Intelligence Officer was in my office. When the second plane hit, I looked at her. ‘Cathy, this isn’t an accident.’ The phones started ringing. It struck us – all at the same time – my husband was in that building. Our son was home with our nanny. ‘Is Daddy’s shirt ripped?,’ he asked as he saw people streaming out of ‘Daddy’s Pentagon’ as he called it.”
“It was love at first sight. Every time she entered the room, it felt like the world stopped turning. Life had different plans for us, and it wasn’t quite our time. I was deployed and we lost touch. After returning from Iraq alive, I had a fresh perspective on life. There was an instant bond between us.”
“Deena: ‘Where are you? Are you in the air?’ Tom: ‘Yes, just listen. Our airplane has been hijacked. It’s up to us. I think we can do it.’ Deena: ‘I love you.’ Tom: ‘Don’t worry, we’re going to do something…’ Tom’s last act on earth was one of the most courageous things imaginable. I’ll never forget Tom’s last words. I hope you won’t either.”
This year, 17 years after the fatal attacks, the tradition continues. Never forget.
“When I woke up, I heard the shower going. Then I heard someone leave the apartment. I rushed to Mike and Elena’s bedroom and hollered for him. No response, so I kept hollering, ‘Mike, Mike are you in there?’ Moments later, his tower was hit.”