Day of Infamy Memories of 9/11

Remembering 9/11

I watched the CNN broadcast of the 9/11 Memorial Museum dedication this morning. Unavoidably, it triggered memories of that terrible day. As on most mornings, I was sitting in my office typing on the computer when my husband called to tell me a plane had struck one of the World Trade Center towers. He’d heard about it at work, where someone had a TV on in the break room.

After his call, I immediately turned on our TV and, a few minutes later, watched the second plane crash into the South Tower. Shocked and horrified, I called our daughter in North Carolina, where she lived at that time. She was at work and had not heard about the attack yet. Of course she was shocked to hear about it. I listened to her shout out the news to her co-workers. Then we hung up.

Glued to CNN, I continued to watch the terror unfold. When the South Tower collapsed I cried out in horrified disbelief. How could this be happening, and how many poor souls had just died?

Honestly, I don’t remember the sequence of what I did next. I think I called my husband first; then I again called our daughter. When I told her one tower had gone down, she mouthed several words I can’t repeat here. She again passed on the terrible news to her co-workers, and I heard them cry out in shock. I recall we both hoped desperately that the North Tower would not fall.

Our hopes were dashed a short while later. For the rest of that day and the days that followed, I remained close to the TV, praying rescuers would find more survivors in the twisted, burning rubble, and grieving with the rest of our nation and people around the world.

Where were you on 9/11? What were you doing? How did you learn about the attack? I suspect the memory is burned into your brain, as it is in mine.

Lyn Horner resides in Fort Worth, Texas with her husband and a pair of very spoiled cats. Trained in the visual arts, Lyn worked as a fashion illustrator and art instructor before she took up writing. This hobby grew into a love of research and the crafting of passionate love stories based on that research. This blog is designed to spotlight Lyn's books and share the work of other creative people.

4 comments on “Remembering 9/11

  1. I wanted to comment on the Katrina Survivors post, we have a lot in common as I keep the television on all day as I work, cannot stand silence.
    Glad you survived


    • lynhorner

      Hi Kim, thank you for visiting. Yes, I like some “white noise” in the background while I write. If it’s not CNN, it’s usually Soundscape, a music channel I pick up via cable TV. They play mostly instrumental pieces. I especially enjoy Native American flute and Celtic music. It fires my imagination.

      Katrina was a monumental disaster, one we won’t soon forget.


  2. Remembering 911 always triggers extra grief for me. My oldest son, Boyd Christoper, had died 9 days earlier and I was in already in an agony of grief. In fact, it took several hours for it to hit home, so deep was my mourning.

    At work, one of the girls cried out “A bomb just went off at the World Trade Center in New York!” She’d been monitoring the news and I thought she was being silly. Things like that didn’t happen in this country, right?

    Within minutes I was proved wrong when someone turned on the TV in the conference room and we watched in horror as the 2nd plane hit and both buildings went up in flames. People jumped from windows and fell to their deaths rather than be incinerated, and that made us all sick. We were a sobbing mass of grievers.

    It was worse than anything I’ve experienced, and I’ve been around for 70 years…

    Diane Davis White

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    • lynhorner

      Diane, you have my sincere condolences for the loss of your son. I can’t imagine how terrible that was for you, and to have 9/11 happen only a few days later, just unreal. Thank you for stopping by and sharing your memories of that awful day.

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