I have been up since 5:30. These terror alerts are keeping me a bit jumpy. I have made plans with friends and family, choosing a meeting place, where we will convene … should something awful happen and our phones don’t work. That was such a huge part of the trauma of September 11. Siobhan, my sister, worked in the financial district, a block away from the towers, and for hours nobody’s phone worked. I was trapped in Hoboken, watching the whole thing happen with my own eyes, panicking….where is Siobhan? Is Siobhan all right? I had no way of knowing. No way of knowing. Siobhan walked 80 blocks north to my cousin Liam’s apartment. She emerged from her own media-blackout hours later, and miraculously, got through to my parents. But it was terrifying. Awful.
So now, at least, there is a plan in place. Hopefully, we will not have to use it … but I feel safer, knowing that we have made those contingency plans.
But no doubt about it, I am on edge. We all are.
