Not Again

Yesterday I took a day off from work to spend with my daughter and new granddaughter. We had lunch and did some shopping. I had a wonderful time. When I got back home I heard that a small plane had crashed into a building in the City. I thought, that is where my husband is working. In a flash I was back to 9/11. He was working on 14 th Street that day and he had a disposable camera. He was able to take pictures of the towers on fire and coming down. What a sick feeling I had. He went down to ground zero on Thursday and again on Saturday to help. He was allowed in because he is a certified welder. Finally, he came home yesterday and told me that he was about 30 blocks away from yesterdays crash. We watched the news and found out it was a accident - terrible. After dinner, he layed down and asked me to wake him for the baseball game - I let him sleep.