We were living in NJ at the time, and visiting my parents in California. It was pretty early in the morning and we weren’t out of bed yet. We had fallen asleep with the TV on, as always, and in between sleeping and waking, I remember the TV talking about the death of Princess Diana, which somehow turned into the bombing at the World Trade Center. In my mind, I must have rationalized that they were talking about the “original bombing” of the towers, since they were also remembering Princess Diana.
At some point, my sister rushed into the room to wake us up. As we watched this horrific thing on the television, I called my sister-in-law, who then worked in Weehawken, right across the river.
She was pretty dazed and explained to me that they were all just standing around watching people jump off of the burning towers to their deaths. Of course we spent the rest of the day glued to the TV, scared, in shock and making sure the rest of our relatives were safe.
We flew back from LAX to Newark Airport the day after the flights resumed. I won’t even go into what a terrifying ordeal that was.
Our town lost a lot of people in the towers, but I only knew one person who died that day.
His name was Sean Caton. He graduated from high school in 1985 and I graduated a few years later. He was your very typical, very popular senior who all the girls were in love with. And he loved that all the girls were in love with him. He was a big ham who was very accommodating to all those who crushed on him. He often posed for photographs and signed cards and yearbooks. I get the giggles just thinking about it. He was definitely a character. Apparently, he remained the same long after graduating. He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald and perished along with one of his best friends.
For more information on Sean, you can visit the website they created for him www.seancaton.com
I will NEVER forget. And that’s that.