Where were you?
I was sleeping overnight at my mother’s place; the place I grew up from age 4. Also sleeping over was Amy. The place has three bedrooms and we each had one. Amy came in not long after I had fallen asleep and pulled me into her room and we stared at the television watching the footage, playing over and again, and then again, the planes slamming into the World Trade Center Towers, and the horrifying footage of people with lined hands falling to their death.
Craig Gibson, from Randwick ( a suburb not far from here where I went through school) was on the 94th floor of the World Trade Center. Rest in Peace.
Ten years later 3501 children grew up without aparent as a direct result of that one horrible act. The emergency services persons and firefighters have themselves developed terminal lung disease and are now beginning to passaway – fall out still from that one horrible act.
I am writing this just a few minutes away from when the North Tower fell. It changed the world. As a mother I abhor and hate useless waste of lives when we pour so much of ourselves into protecting and raising our children.
What a waste.
The world is different.