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9/11: Me

I'd worked 3-11 the night before. A crappy night: endless IVs, bedpans, call lights, drama. I was tired, dammit--but perked up after several cups of coffee and the knowledge that it was now my long-awaited day off and I could spend it, uninterrupted, working on revisions.

The kids had already left for school. It was sunny outside. I didn't care. It was just me and Martha and absolute silence.

I was barely 10 minutes into the manuscript when the telephone rang. I almost didn't answer it. I knew it was my mother-in-law. She called every day, sometimes three or four times. Sometimes twice in a single hour.

Already annoyed--God, can I NOT have a moment's peace?--I snatched up the phone.

Grandma: "A plane just crashed in New York!"

She called me for that?

Me (eyeroll): "So? Planes crash all the time."

Grandma: "No! Turn on the TV! Now!"

So I hung up, and did.

And the horror began.

Ashamed, I called her back and apologized. We talked for a long time. She needed to talk. So did I.

How swiftly my self-absorbed "prayer" for peace turned into genuine prayer for us all.

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barbarabaker
Sep. 11th, 2013 11:04 pm (UTC)
I live in Manhattan. That day is permanently etched on my brain. The stunned looks on everyone's faces as they trudged uptown away from the disaster,the smoke in the sky from downtown, the sound of jets overhead, police everywhere, barricades being set up, the main police headquarters moved to my street a block away, the middle school playground being taken over by emergency vehicles and police cars, a dead hummingbird on the ground in front of the police station, my friends and family being unable to reach me by phone, a convoy of large dark vehicles from the medical examiners office going down 2nd Ave., people going to the hospitals to post pictures of lost loved ones. Others trying to donate blood.
And the beautiful, perfect weather.
It all comes rushing back every year at this time.
onegrapeshy
Sep. 12th, 2013 02:12 pm (UTC)
OMG Barb. I can't imagine what you go through every year.
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