I was a Senior in high school. They turned on all the TVs in the school, and the principal did a broad cast and proceeded to broadcast the news.
They released us from school early.
I drove to my grandfathers because he was leaving the next day for his big surgery. That was the last day I sat at the kitchen table with my grandfather. Him drinking coffee and smoking, and me drinking a mountain dew and us talking the my future. He said lets go for a ride, we went for a ride down to Warwood, WV. We pulled into this random house and there was a 1984 Z28 Camaro sitting there. He asked me if I liked it and I told him yeah, that thing is pretty cool. He went in paid the guy 1500 bucks and I drove it home. It needed body work and he said you start on it and when I get out of the hospital we will finish it together.
He never made it out of the hospital.
September 11th has a lot of meanings for a lot of people. Many lost their loved ones, and people very important to them. I remember it as the last day I got to spend with my grandfather. Honestly the whole attack and everything that happened, I don't really remember all that well.
Tearing up writing that out.....He truly was one of the greatest people I have ever known in my life and miss him every day.