I only have a moment, and I’m not going to bore anyone with cute Lucas stories tonight (though I am listening for him over the monitor, so we’ll see if this post is ever completed tonight.)
I clearly remember where I was and the conversation I was having ten years ago when the Twin Towers were hit. I was an online producer for the newspaper (I’ve been at the paper since 1998) and I had been talking to my director about an upcoming trip and some random things going on that day. Someone came by and mentioned that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. It didn’t seem urgent at the time – like maybe it was a small plane, and it was an accident? My director and I continued talking – touching on the fact that I was flying to Texas in about two weeks for my friend’s wedding.
We didn’t waste much time chatting, though, and we got a story up on our website. Shortly after, we walked out into the newsroom as the second plane hit. That’s when our entire department (albeit, a very small department) worked like we had never worked before. We didn’t have an automated system – one was being worked on – and four of us worked on pulling stories and photos, and putting them on the website. My job was coding the photos to go into photo galleries. My other job was also making sure the photos weren’t too graphic to be out there. Oh the images.
Our director made sure we were fed throughout the day, as she was unable to do a lot of the hands-on work we were all doing, and we basically just worked until we could work no more. I went home to my small apartment in Weaverville, and couldn’t really watch the news. It was too much to handle. I remember going out for a late dinner, and then going to Wal-Mart of all places and buying fish for my apartment – painted tetra fish which I named Cotton and Candy. I needed something happy on that day.
At the time, I didn’t know anyone who was directly affected – someone who had family or friends who died that day, or were in New York City at the time. I now know several people who were there, and I can’t imagine how they’ve started to heal over the years (because I know none of my friends have truly recovered).
It’s hard to believe that ten years have passed. I’m a mom now and that’s all I could think about today as we watched the coverage on television. I don’t ever want to have to explain that day to Lucas, but I know in several years we’ll have to. For now, though, we’re going to focus on the happy stuff for our little boy.