When I got to work, and I was passing through CT, that was the first time I'd seen a news report. I went and got my phone and called my aunt Amy. I stood there, clutching the phone, and we watched together in horror as the second plane crashed into the second tower, and subsequently, as the first tower collapsed. She and I cried on the phone together and told each other how much we loved each other.
Aside from physically being with my family, there's nowhere else in the world I would have rather been.
I love you, Amy. Thanks for being the main memory of my 9.11.