I remember that morning clearly. I had the TV and radio off in the house because I had overslept, and was rushing to get the kids and myself ready for the day.
The first I heard about it was when I dropped the boys off at the in-home daycare I used before school. I watched in horror as our daycare provider brought me up to date with what happened in New York that morning.
I can remember telling her that this was an act of war, and that she could expect that our country would go to war as a result of this, and that it would last a very-very long time. It would last until we got all the people involved in that attack.
I remember being in tears that entire day. I remember being angry, and fearful. We have a friend who was a pilot for American Airlines, who flew out of New York. Many of us called around to all of his friends and family that day, trying to find out news that he was safe. That neither of the planes that hit the towers were one he was piloting that day. We did finally get good news, and prayers of thanksgiving were given in relief.
I will NEVER forget that day.