Remembering 9/11/2001 from a NYPD Spouse

I would be amiss in blogging if today, of all days, I didn’t blog about the day that changed the U.S.  So, here is my story from that fateful day.

The morning of September 11, 2001 was a beautiful clear Tuesday on Long Island.  It was Primary Day here in New York.  My husband had taken me to vote and then he was going to take me work because he was off that day and was going to hang out with our then 7 month old son.  As we left the polling place, we heard on the news that a plane hit one of the Towers.  I don’t know if you know this fact, but it isn’t unheard of for that to happen in New York City.  As we were listening to reports, my husband (who at the time was getting his pilot’s license and had already soloed) shook his head and said that there is no way that plane was a small plane like first reports were saying.  His cop sense was tingling and he said I am taking us to your Mom’s house.  He said he had a feeling that he was going to be called in.  

We arrived at my mom’s house and we got our first view of the Tower on the television my mom was watching.  Hubby was sure at that time that it was a large commercial jet and that it was almost impossible for this not to have been on purpose.  As we were discussing this, we saw before our eyes the second plane hit the Tower.  Like everyone else watching the events that played out on the screen we were open mouthed and wide-eyed.  Hubby kissed my son, who was now staying with my mom; got the stay safe speech from my mom; and then took me to work.  I kissed him and told him to pack extra underwear, deodorant, pop tarts and whatever else he can think of and be careful and that I loved him.

As I sit there at work, nothing work got done.  Hubby was called in and was told to get Floyd Bennett Field in Brooklyn to get assignments.  He called me to let me know.  That was the last time I spoke to him for 2 or 3 days.  Twelve (now 13) years later I can’t recall the actual number, but at the time, it felt like forever.  When I went online at work to one of the news stations.  I watched as the Pentagon got hit, then each Tower fall, then heard of the plane crash in a field of Pennsylvania.  My heart went out to all of those people and their families and I couldn’t wait to go home and see my son.  

A friend at work took me to my mom’s house and my mom took me home to pack a bag for me and my son so we could stay with her.  We didn’t know what would be happening and she didn’t want me to be by myself.  Quite frankly, I didn’t want to be alone either.  We all prayed for everyone who was killed, injured, all of the selfless civilians and of course all of the NY/NJ/Federal  heroes who put their own lives at risk to save others.  

After I finally heard from Hubby, I realized I could finally breathe.  Felt like I stopped when I kissed him when he left that fateful morning.  He told me briefly that he got to Ground Zero just after the second Tower fell and he had spent a good amount of time thereafter on “The Pile”.  He slept in the Church and was ready to head back out but said he would be home the next day but then go back.  We he came home I kissed him and we cried together.

The the following months, hubby was assigned to morgue duty.  I know….the things he saw was not something I would wish on anyone to see, but he helped do something that would help loved ones “know”.  All I can say is that I could not buy black garbage bags for a few years afterwards.   My husband was assigned down at Ground Zero until May of 2002.  

**Update – The one thing I forgot to add was the fact that while at work and freaking you could see the smoke from the Towers in Manhattan from my office in Garden City.  That is about 45 minutes away by train.  My cousins in Brooklyn went on their roof and found papers from the Towers.  Sad.

Today, he goes for health screening.  He goes every six months and I thank God everyday that so far, he is doing good.  I feel fortunate that he is healthy and is doing Biathlons, Triathlons (he is a half Ironman) and Marathons.  I am so proud of him. Too many of his friends or acquaintances either perished in 9/11 or are currently sick.  He doesn’t like to talk too much about that day and takes off of work every 9/11 and either goes running or biking….in fact that is where he is now.  

In memory of all the men and women who died that day and because of that day, do something nice for someone.  Go see that old neighbor down the street and have coffee with them.  Take a cake to a firehouse or precinct and let them know how much you appreciate them.

All gave some, some gave all.  Never forget.




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Lori King
September 11, 2014 7:03 am

Thank you for sharing your story, and thank you for the piece of your souls that you and your husband gave up for our nation that day. <3

May 15, 2014 7:39 pm

Wow there are no words. I would have been a basket case. You are both strong and beautiful people thank you…Big hugs to you both…

Sikreviews D
May 15, 2014 7:41 pm
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Thank you for your kind words. They are much appreciated.

Cheryl Tauber
May 15, 2014 5:56 pm

thank you for telling us your story. Kiss the hubby and thank him., for me. We can never thank enough those brave men and women whom daily put their lives on the line to keep each of us safe. And thank you for reminding us to be kind to one another cause you never know when they wont be there anymore. Hugs and prayers

Stephanie Georgekish
October 3, 2013 8:30 am

I know this is a little late, but anything coming the heart is never too late to say. Thank you for sharing your story on that dark day. I didn’t know anyone personally who went through what you and your family did, and now each memory of that day is sharper, because I know now that you went through it. I’m humbled by you and your family’s strength. I thank your husband for being such a brave man and I am happy that he is healthy. I believe shared smiles, laughter and giving hearts can ease the horrors of that… Read more »

Karen D
September 17, 2013 10:44 am

I know this is a little late, but thank you so much for your kind words, love and support you gave me an my family last week.