My husband called me that awful morning. He had been making rounds at the hospital and a group of people on an upper floor saw a plane hit the World Trade Center. They thought it was a small plane. At home the radio was static. Soon enough we all found out what had happened.
People in my town were very gentle and kind to one another in the following days. There was shock and grief as mine is a commuter town and we lost a number of fine citizens.
One good thing came out of 9/11: I reconnected with Kerfe. Neither of us are telephone callers but one of us called the other. We have been in touch ever since.