September 11. Six years ago today I woke up from a phone ringing really early in the morning. After awhile I realized it was my cell phone, ringing at 6 am something. I decided to ignore it, must be some confused Swede wanting to talk to me, unaware of time difference, but it kept ringing.
By the time I found the phone in the hall I had missed the calls. Then the Husband got an sms on his phone next to mine. I thought this was weird, and just got a bad feeling and did something I normally wouldn't do, I read his sms. "Scary things going on over there!" was the message from one of his friends in Sweden.
I decided to turn on the computer and check the news. Usually when we have pepole call and weird hours it has been an earthquake somewhere in California and the family worry.
But I couldn't get to any of the news sites. They were all overloaded. A feeling in my tummy made me turn on the TV instead to check the news. The local channel, normally showing the first hour of the morning show at this time, was now showing news feeds from CNN.
I wasn't sure I was really awake, but it looked like both of the World Trade Center towers were on fire.
I called out for the Husband, still sound asleep, to tell him something weird was going on. By the time he got up, the first tower fell before our eyes. It was 6.59 am in California. We still were not sure what we were seeing, just barely awake still.
Still in pajamas we spent the next couple of hours confused, trying to get in touch with the Husband's sister and husband then living on Manhattan, figuring out what was going on, trying to call family in Sweden to ensure them that we were ok, far from any real action (they were, the Brother-in-Law watched the tower fall from his office window). Phone systems were over loaded. We finally got through using an internet phone line and had family do phone chains to those we couldn't get hold of.
My Husband took off for work eventually. Only to come back a couple of hours later, work having been canceled. For several days the big channels didn't broadcast anything but news. No commercials. Only news.
My mom was supposed to arrive from Sweden two days later. She arrived 7 days later since there were no planes in the air for several days.
The other night we watched the movie
United 93. It's about the plane that didn't hit a building that day, September 11, 2001, but crashed in a field in Pennsylvania. The movie is more of "documentary" sort of, and maybe not the best movie I've seen. But it did bring me back to that September day, and the feeling of total confusion those first few hours, those first few days
six years ago.