It was my first full week of college at WP and I was getting ready to go to my psych class. My roommates friend called and told me to wake her up and put on the TV, that we were being bombed. I still went to class, and my professor didnt know it happened until we told him because he was listening to cd's on the way to work. He took attendance and let us go. That was the first day that I realized the skyline I could see from the end of my hallway was the NYC skyline, and everything could be seen.. up til then I didn't really pay attention to it, but thought it was Paterson or something. My roommates boyfriend drove me to my moms friends house because i didnt have a car on campus yet, and her house was on their way home.
While I was there I found out my dad and grandmother got called to go to ground zero with their rescue squads. Since my dad has his CDL, he was one of the drivers of the body trucks, and hasn't been quite the same since. Grandma was put on triage where there wasn't much to help except the firefighters and EMTs. I remember being petrified that I wouldn't see either of them again.
I try to go to hoboken every year to see the tribute lights as a way of paying my respects, which is where i just got back from. It's just as captivating each year as it was the first.
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