OK, I realize that this isn't necessarily fibro related, but I feel like we as a family should take time out from our fibro filled lives to remember those who were lost on that fateful day, 7 years ago. I can't say if I have a little bit of PTSD from this, but there is something about that day that I will never (and can never) forget.
I remember that I was driving to work because I had to be in at 6AM that day. I was in CA, so obviously, I was 3 hours behind. Just as I pulled into work, I heard on the radio that a plane hit the World Trade Center. Without any further info, I just assumed that it was a small, cessna. As people kept coming into work, they kept describing and telling me what was really happening. I can remember that day vividly, because it was always so loud where I worked, and that day it was completely silent-except for the radio. When I finally finished my shift, I drove home and tried to talk to my brother, who had just gotten out of the Navy. He never shows any emotion. When I finally saw what had happened on TV, I can't even describe the feeling I was having. The first thing I did (without even thinking) was to call my mom in SC. I still find it strange that I was a then, 29 year old woman, and in a time of terror, I needed my mother. I remember waiting for her to pick up the phone and the first thing I said was, "We're OK." Then, I cried like a baby, saying over and over again, "I don't understand!" For the next few weeks, I was numb with grief. I didn't know anyone who lost a loved one in this disaster, but I still felt this enormous emptiness in my heart. To this day, I still feel like a part of my heart is missing. I can't really explain it.
Anyway, I'm sorry that I babbled on about this, but this really is one thing that I needed to talk about. My thoughts and prayers go out to eveyone who lost a loved one on that horrible day.