Good morning BBB friends

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Good morning.

You just kinda want to go back to bed and pull the covers over your head until tomorrow, but I'm up and in my head instead.

My FB post last year

I heard the first reports about the plane crashing into the North tower on the radio driving into work. I saw the second crash into the South tower which proved definitively that it was terrorism. The images from that day will always remain with me, but it’s the sound of the birds that I’ll never forget.

It was a little after 11 in Chicago. At 8:45 that morning, the government had shut down airspace to all civilian aircraft. My office overlooked runway 22R at O’hare airport in Chicago. When not checking the TV in the conference room for updates, my eyes were glued on the sky as an endless line of planes came into O’hare and parked in remote areas of the airport.

In the years I’d worked at that firm, airport noise was a constant. There were always planes taking off or landing on that runway or one nearby, so you just inured to that as ambient noise – a low rumble inside as planes would take off or land, and ear-popping if you were outside when a plane was taking off.

There was a brief silence and then I heard the birds chirping. Thousands of them in the “crash field” next door. They’d been displaced by all the planes parked with engines running near their normal hangouts, I presume. And they were loud. It was as if they’d waited their entire lives for that moment to finally sing. I heard them from my office; it’s thick glass no match for the avian chorus.

Were they crying out as an appeal to heaven for the thousands of souls lost that morning? Did they know that billions of people around the world now faced a new reality for which they were never prepared? Or were they just upset that their morning routine had been disrupted?

Twenty-three years later and I can still hear their singing and wonder what they were chattering about when our lives changed forever.

#neverforget

I heard about hit one on the a.m. news radio station I listened on way to work downtown Mke area. Parked, ran into office and told everyone to turn the news on tv in conference room. Second one happened. I remember the sinking horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach for the next days. What I also remember how the people of this country united.

And standing outside it was so quiet, errie.

I don't know what this life will be for those that come after us? I don't know how it gets better? What I can do is be a good person, a contributing tax payer, a law abiding citizen and the best wife, mom, grammy, friend and neighbor I can be.