I don’t even at this moment care if this is ever read but I must say it.
I was really doing well over this whole terrorist thing. Of course I was outraged and horrified and hoping that when I woke up this morning it was all just a dream. I was disappointed to find this morning that it all had happened.
This evening however I just started to feel sad about it all. Then came the reports on people calling home from the planes. One in particular got to me. Imagine getting a call from your spouse who is at that point in time seconds from death and him telling you to have a good life and and and
I can’t quit crying. It is all just so horrid. How must those who lost loved ones or who were there feel? I cannot look at anymore news reels or hear anymore about it.
I never do this, but
{{{{{Miss Pippi}}}}}
It seems that the more time passes, the more real this all begins to feel. It just finally starts to sink in. A friend of mine was describing yesterday how all she could do yesterday was think about how shocking the events of yesteray were, but today she could think only of the lives changed.
I’d like to offer you a hug as well.
It really got to me late this afternoon when I was watching CNN. They had started running the names of the passengers and crew members from each of the flights across the bottom of the screen, listing each person’s age and the name of the town where they lived. All of a suddnen, a name crossed the bottom of the screen, followed by a “2”.
It hit me at that point that there were entire families on those planes. I’ve never felt so sad and angry at the same time.
{{{Miss Pippi}}}
The one that got to me was the man in one of the towers leaving a message on the answering machine because his wife wasn’t home. He said something hit the building and he hoped to see her later. He didn’t even get a chance to really talk to her.