10 years ago I had a one year old son.
We lay in the bed together at my mothers house. Both of us dozing.
The Today Show playing in the background,
I can smell my mother making coffee and eggs in the kitchen.
My eyes are closed but I hear the words "plane...hit..towers."
I sit up and watch.
I call Sweet Man to see what he knows.
He is working in the basement of a building and knows nothing.
This is before Facebook. Before Twitter. Before Smart Phones.
As I am explaining it to him, not sure yet if this plane was an accident or an attack, I watch the second plane hit. And then I know.
And then that is all I watch for days.