My friend used to live across the river from Manhattan in Hoboken.
I can remember her telling me her story from 911. She was standing in her pijamas, on the telephone to her mum in Michigan and looking out of her living room window. The first plane hit the north tower and she stopped talking. A massive, dense black cloud of dust came towards her from across the river. The second plane hit the south tower and she ran out of her building in her slippers and pijamas. She didn't know that it was two planes that had caused the dust cloud and her mind switched off. Hysterical with fear, she just kept moving. We heard from her two days later. She was traumatised by the attack. Her mum drove to New York and picked her up and brought her home. She couldn't live there anymore.
The attack on 11th September 2001, did more then just kill thousands of people, it created a sense of instability and vulnerability with it's destructive nature.
Tonight, I will light a single candle to honour all those who were and still are affected by what happened a decade ago.