I was at work in a meting with my boss. Her husband called and she didn't believe him at first. Then we heard the people on our floor start to buzz about what was going on. My company let us all go home around noon. Spent the rest of the day watching the news coverage. My feelings went from shock, to horror, and then shot into the deep red anger zone. Just thinking of those events puts me back in that red-zone
SwiftDad was still on the Boston PD at this time. He called my Mom that afternoon and said that all police were on manadatory 12 hr shifts. He spent the next week working his regular shift and then another shift after that each day providing police presence at potential targets (gas and oil storage tanks, banks, etc.). Spent that week extra worried as Police and Fire personnel would be on the frontline if anything else happened. It was the first time in all of my life that I worried about my Dad getting killed in the line of duty.
The band I was in at the time did a benefit show about a month afterwards for the families of NYPD and FDNY members that had been killed on that day. We packed the venue and raised a few thousand dollars. I was glad we could contribute even if it was a small amount. This was also the first time that my Dad had ever seen me play live and I know that he was proud that we were helping his brothers in blue.
Every time I see the news footage from that day it makes me extremely sad and angry. I wish I could believe that something like that could never happen again. Sadly, I know deep down that something like this can, and probably will, happen again.
SwiftDad was still on the Boston PD at this time. He called my Mom that afternoon and said that all police were on manadatory 12 hr shifts. He spent the next week working his regular shift and then another shift after that each day providing police presence at potential targets (gas and oil storage tanks, banks, etc.). Spent that week extra worried as Police and Fire personnel would be on the frontline if anything else happened. It was the first time in all of my life that I worried about my Dad getting killed in the line of duty.
The band I was in at the time did a benefit show about a month afterwards for the families of NYPD and FDNY members that had been killed on that day. We packed the venue and raised a few thousand dollars. I was glad we could contribute even if it was a small amount. This was also the first time that my Dad had ever seen me play live and I know that he was proud that we were helping his brothers in blue.
Every time I see the news footage from that day it makes me extremely sad and angry. I wish I could believe that something like that could never happen again. Sadly, I know deep down that something like this can, and probably will, happen again.