I was sick in bed. My husband was watching the news and woke me up. I had an uncle pass away in the second tower. (Not a blood relative, but we had known him our whole lives as "Uncle Lee." ) We watched the news nonstop for several days, and it was about four days later when my mom called and told me that Uncle Lee. It was really traumatic for me, because I never believed something like this could/would happen. To top it all off, b/c of the attacks, I was terrified to fly (still am to a degree) and couldn't make it to the funeral. I truly pray that this kind of thing never happens again.