“That’s all an angel is….an idea of God.”
– Meister Eckhart
There are three days that will forever stand out in my mind:
11.22.1963 (J.F.K. Assassinated), 1.28.1986 (Space Shuttle Challenger) and 9.11.2001 (WTC).
I remember driving to work on the morning of 9/11 and thinking how beautiful a day it was; magnificent sunshine with an indigo blue sky dotted with the occasional white puff of cloud. Nothing could go wrong today, I thought.
It was shortly after 9AM that I received the first phone call of the day from a friend that had been listening to his car radio and heard a broadcast that would forever change the social landscape of the United States.
After I hung up the phone, I had a sinking feeling that the world as I once knew it could never be the same. Unfortunately, my deepest intuitions were undoubtedly correct.
9/11 was a day that found me feeling very disconnected regarding the catastrophic events that were unraveling before my eyes.
I knew no one that died that day yet somehow felt I knew them all.
The feeling was uncomfortable and eerie.
When I heard about the 2,996 campaign, I thought it was a wonderful idea.
I wanted to be part of the crusade that would pay tribute to every person that died on 9/11.
I went to the DC Roe website and filled out a few forms before hitting the ‘submit’ button to be assigned my victim.
When I saw the name “Amy N. Jarret” appear on my screen, the strangest thing happened; I no longer felt the disconnection I’d felt on 9/11.
For me, that tragic day was now very real and intensely personal.
Amy N. Jarret, 28, of North Smithfield, R.I., was a flight attendant on United Airlines Flight 175, a daily trip that touched down at LAX in Los Angeles.
UA175 was the second plane hijacked from Logan International.
It was flown into the WTC’s South Tower and seen on live TV across the nation.
I can’t imagine the unspeakable horror for Amy’s relatives that were forced to re-live her final moments on that day over and over again.
I found several sites on the internet that quote Amy’s father, Aram Jarret.
I wanted to include the quotes if only to give you a sense of who Amy really was.
“She was the consummate professional,” the 58-year-old North Smithfield, R.I. attorney said yesterday of his 28-year-old daughter, the third of his four children. “She was smart, professional, very helpful, and she had no hesitation about putting someone in their place.”
“If there’s a crisis, then she would always be one of those people you’d want with you,” he said. “I don’t know what happened up there, but she would have been one of those people trying to do the right thing.”
“But what strikes me is just how senseless this whole thing is, and it’s tragic that innocent people get caught in this,” said Jarret. “She had no chance.”
Amy loved slot machines and betting on racehorses.
It’s conceivable that I could have been standing next to her as she played slots on one of my occasional journeys to Foxwoods.
She was also a diehard Notre Dame fan; that alone puts her in a class all by herself.
Maybe the most sacred thing that happened on 9/11 to Amy Jarret was that instead of flying to the City of Angels, Amy was finally flying with them.
I will continue to take comfort in the fact that her soul went skyward that day, towards the expansive blue heaven she so obviously loved.
Sleep in sweet peace, Amy.
We will always remember…
*To read more tributes, go to DC Roe