The Fear
September 11, 2001 changed everything about my world. Happening so close to home, I lived in fear of another attack for a long time. I never truly feel safe when I fly. I feel a heightened sense of alert whenever I'm in NYC. I always glance to the sky when a plane seems to be flying just a little too low. For seven years following, I sent boy after boy off to war. My cousin, friends, my fiance . I knew someone in Iraq or Afghanistan at all times. I was gripped by fear every single day {the worst, obviously, being when Skip was over there}. I lived in fear of a phone call, that something had happened to one of "my boys". Every day I wondered if that was the last letter from them, the last phone call, the last email. It was a fear that took me a long time to get over, even after they had all come home. My husband is a cop. Again I live in fear of a phone call, that something has happened to him. I've gotten that phone...