Remembering
Dave and I had only been dating a month. We were together the night before and I had spent the night with him. He left for work, allowing me to sleep in, I was off work that day. I was in his bedroom and heard his roommate in the living room pacing around and talking on the phone. I heard him say something like "dude, we’re at war" to whomever it was he was on the phone with and that he wasn’t going into work. I grabbed the tv remote next to the bed and turned the tv on, I was in shock and amazement at what I saw. The first building had just collapsed when I turned the tv on. I quickly got dressed and went into the living room where Dave’s roommate was glued to the tv. He and I just sat there, silent and astonished. It was Dave on the phone, calling from work. Kurt (Dave’s roommate) handed me the phone. Dave said he was coming home. As Kurt and I sat there… the 2nd building collapsed. Dave made it home and the 3 of us sat there in front of the tv for hours. Kurt eventually left and went to his parents house.
I remember that one of the most ironic things about that evening.. when the president made his speech, Dave and I were sitting in the parking lot of a Dairy Queen, having an ice cream.
After the president’s speech, on our way home… a song came on the radio that had me crying for the first time since I turned the tv on that morning. It was "When The Children Cry" by White Lion. Ever since then.. that song has been my 9/11 rememberance song. I request it each year on the radio. It’s an old 80’s rock ballad that fits perfectly.
Photos of that day and the days and weeks that followed hold great poignancy. I still can’t watch a replayed news clip w/o choking up.