A Mother’s Story of 9/11 on the 10 Year Anniversary
As I remember:
Ten years ago, I was awakened by a call from Megan who was visiting NYC with a friend. She figured that when I awoke, I would hear that a plane had accidentally flown into the World Trade Center and she wanted me to know up-front that she was not involved and OK. (Thank you for your thinking ahead and caring.) I hung up the phone thinking that no one accidentally flies into the Trade Center. It was terrorists and, now awakened, I had to go to the bathroom. As I got out of bed, the phone rang, again. It was Heidi. So I took her into the bathroom with me while listening to her announcement that there was a plane heading to CA to attack something if it wasn’t shot down beforehand.
Next, I am reawakened by hearing the doorbell ring. Sarah Kintz Urbanski had been sent to check on me by Shauna (Thanks for your persistance and caring) who could not get a response from my disengaged telephone and was concerned. I assured Sarah that I was fine.
Now, I was upright for the day. I must have spoken to more kids but I don’t remember who/when. I made the choice to turn off any more information about the unbelievable events that had unfolded. Megan was OK, after all. She had called me and told me so, and I could not take in any more reporting on these horrific events. I puttered about and all of a sudden, the doorbell rang, again.
There stood, Rock, soon followed by Carol and Austin. Everyone was all quiet, calm smiles and I could tell that they were intent on coming in and settling. “What do you know that I don’t know?” I asked many times. What could their arrival mean? I was assured by them that they didn’t know anything that I didn’t know but there was rather pasted on smiles and unusualy calm sitting by Carol and Austin, while Rock paced in a manner that he thought I wouldn’t observe.
After a bit of chit-chat, Rock suggested it would be a good thing for me to call Megan and see how she was doing. So I did. I left her a message that said we’d sure like to hear how she was doing as soon as possible. More chit-chat. Finally, the phone rang and it was Megan saying that she was still fine and we chatted for a few minutes.
When I got off the phone and he had returned to the living room, I said I guessed that we should let people know that Megan was OK. He said, “Already done.” I told him that he was impressively speedy.
A very cheery trio gathered themselves and headed back to Kazo.
I have no memory other than the above. I was blissfully unaware of the possibility of Megan’s earlier call being from the second tower before it was hit and fell. Just what everyone else in the family had conjectured I probably was told about later but do not remember now. I just “knew” that Megan was ok and everyone had been told.
When Megan and Stacy arrived in SB after fleeing NYC in a rental car, I tried so hard not to nail their feet to the floor so they couldn’t leave, again. Waving good-by with a smile on my face was one of the most difficult things I have had to do as a mother. But, getting “home” was so important for them, after being so close to all that horror.
(Megan had been rather bored the night before 09/10 and was sketching the towers while Stacy was in a meeting.)
I am so grateful, Rock, Carol and Austin, for your being here with me when you didn’t have a clue as to what we were going to face together. What love and courage. And my thanks, also, to all others involved in getting a support system in place for me that day.
I wish everyone’s 09/11 story had my happy ending. But, I don’t/didn’t get a choice of any ending. Endurance. That’s about all we can pray for some days. Gratitude, however, is in my heart, today.
Love, always and ever, MOM/MOI