I was at home with my youngest who was still a toddler. I put on the TV as she wanted to watch Dora the Explorer but instead the news was on instead. The first plane had hit and as I stood there watching the second one hit. Izzy was having a strop as I hadn't put Dora on so I put on a video for her and I went upstairs to watch in my bedroom. I'd never known such a feeling of horror before and I hope I never do again. The sheer brutality of it. It felt totally unreal, like I was watching a disaster movie. I had to leave an hour later to collect Alex from school and there was barely a sound in the playground as all the parents waited, just dozens of shocked faces not knowing what to say.
The lives of so many people devastated on that day, not just the dead but the knock on effect to those who lost loved ones, those who will have lifelong PTSD from the events and those still living with the fear of lung damage caused by the ash and fumes. Our hearts go out to all of them.