The news was on the TV in the breakroom. Someone turned the TV on. It was the first hour of work for the day. All were in shock.
My brother, John, was dying of lung cancer in a nursing home. I was sad that the end of his life had to be marred by this national tragedy. He said, No. He found the whole thing fascinating and wanted to see how it turned out. His humor superceded any despair he may have been feeling. While watching the repeat news footages of the planes hitting the Twin Towers, he said, "Damn fools! When are they going to learn to go AROUND them?"
He died Oct. 12, just one month later.
I had lung cancer at the same time. I just didn't know it yet.
Oh well.
Cindi o'h