Still remember this black day in history even if i was only 11 years old.
Wow, I was 36 at the time...
Living on the west coast, with a +3 hour difference from NYC, I was waking up to the disaster. My wife at the time woke me up to tell me we were under attack, and at the time I did not know my brother was working in the North Tower on the 105th floor (for Cantor Fitzgerald). I called my father who informed me that my brother was in the building. For the longest time i was in denial that the building had fallen and I held out hope for my brothers survival.
My mother held on to the belief my brother survived for almost 2 years, until DNA evidence (using my DNA sample and my fathers) demonstrated that my brothers remains had been located... Then she succumbed to the realization that he was truly deceased.