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On September 11, 2001, I was at my boyfriend's house when the phone rang. It was his mother calling to tell us to turn on the TV. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It was like watching a movie. My friend, Natasha, worked on the 97th floor of tower 1. I tried getting a hold of her, but no answer. I didn't stop trying until I saw the towers fall. My heart sank into my stomach and I knew she was gone. The only thing I could feel at the time was anger and hate. Natasha was a beautiful woman who had everything going for her. Moving to New York was a huge deal for her. She had always wanted to live and work in the big apple. I miss her terribly, and cannot believe that 3 years have gone by since the attack. I have not been to New York since 1999, and I'm fearing going back for emotional reasons. My heart goes out to all the families who lost loved ones 3 years ago in the attack. We must move on, though. God bless you all!

Sincerely,
Sandra Owen

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2004-09-13