I was living in California. I was home from work but up at my usual time as my grandmother died on the 10th and I was trying to decide if I should sort a flight to Boston.

I had my usual radio station on. My favourite DJ said ‘We’ve had unconfirmed reports of a small plane hitting the Twin Towers in NY.’

I scoffed.

And then turned on the TV.

And then called my sister in law who was down The Bay from me, home alone with my now 12 year old niece, because my brother was in Boston for business. And we sat, on the phone, not speaking, watching the towers fall…