“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.”
“Moments after I escaped, I heard the loudest rumble I’ve ever heard in my life. ‘Run!’ Thousands began to sprint, trampling over one another. The South Tower was collapsing. Even after evacuating the building, we were not safe. Covered in white debris and black ash, the real terror set in. My parents began funeral arrangements.”
“My OBGYN came in to check on me while not knowing where her own husband was at Ground Zero. I was in a hospital where they were calling in extra nurses and doctors for the casualties that should be arriving, but never came. Everyone knows where they were on 9/11, but I lived that day in a strange reality.”
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.”