I was sound asleep on the downstairs couch
my love was snoring too loud again for me to fall asleep
somewhere – I hear the phone ringing
I get up and get it and it’s Lisa’s sister – terrified if anyone
had heard from their father -she is 3hrs ahead of us
Lisa is awake by now – no we hadn’t heard from Dad
then we turn on the TV to watch the plane slam into the Pentagon
Dad had been reached he is fine in CT – but now Lisa and I take a deep breath
Skip is a Lt. Col. in the AF in the Pentagon
Unsure what to do – of course the phone lines are down
We wake the kids – and scoot them out the door letting them
see little of the TV.
I sat in horror looking at the Pentagon that Tuesday morning.
I work in Centralia −40 minutes away – and have meetings to get to
Lisa gets ready to parent help in 2 classrooms and
I dress for work. I arrive around nine our time
Still no word. All day no word
Was my oldest brother ok, did he get out?
I silently pray all day long.
Quitting time and I head out trying to figure out
how I will know if the brother who has been a father to
me is alright.
5 minutes into my drive home, the phone rings
it’s Bob – Skips son – to tell me that Skip
finally got a line out and he is fine.
His wife Kristy is stuck at a conference in Nevada
and with the flights grounded has no idea
when she can get back to DC.
I thank Bob and turn to call my Dad in Spokane
Dad exhales as if missing death himself
I am sure none of the Langbehn’s
thought Skip was at risk in the Pentagon
I woke up that beautiful day in September in 2001
I began to learn more about Islam and Taliban
Where have I been? I feel like a fool with all my concerns
about Child Welfare only – that was my small reality
Drove into our Driveway and Lisa came outside with a slight
smile – Bob must have called the house first
We hugged long in the driveway that we
did not lose a family
member that horrible day.
Over 3000 others where not blessed like us.
Lisa and I take a deep breath and head inside to face the
many question the children have