I had just spoken to my best friend the night before. She had just fallen in love and couldn't wait for me to meet him. We were making plans to get together the following weekend. I had the day off, so I stayed in bed and turned on the TV. When I saw the plane hit the tower, I went numb.
My best friend worked there and was supposed to be attending a power breakfast at the Windows of the World. I tried reaching her at work and on her cell but couldn't get through. I tried and tried-and I prayed and prayed. Please let her get out. Please don't let that be her jumping out of a window. Even when I saw the buildings come tumbling down, I still held out hope.
A few hours later, my phone rang. I was sure it was her calling to tell me she was okay. But it was a male voice. It was her new boyfriend. My best friend was dead. She was stuck in the Windows of the World and couldn't get out.
So she left a voicemail for him and for me. He played it over the phone. "Hi honey. I'm stuck here in the restaurant. It doesn't look I'm going to get out. So I just want you to know how much I love you and how grateful I am for having you as my best friend. Have a wonderful life for me, okay? I love you." I couldn't talk. All I could do was cry. One of the best parts of me was gone.