Ten years ago today...

...I was washing my hair, getting ready to head to bed as I had an early work thing on in the city the next day.

My hubby came in and told me I had to come check out the TV.  A plane had apparently flown into the World Trade Center.  I huffed and puffed and whinged that I wanted to get to bed.  Then stomped out to the lounge, figuring it was all a hoax and I'd give the news five minutes to tell me otherwise.

Several hours later I was still sitting there, perched on the edge of the chair, hair wet in its towel turban, eyes gritty from having no more tears left to cry.


I love New York city like it's a second home.  I'd been there exactly a year before 9/11 on my honeymoon.  My husband and I went back three years after and the difference was keenly felt.   My Mum, the fab woman, ran the New York Marathon a month after 9/11, for her first and only time, at the age of 53.


My heart goes out to all for whom it feels like it happened yesterday.


xXx