An Irish child's message to America on 9/11
•It was Tuesday, September 11, 2001. My husband Charlie and I were in Ireland and scheduled to fly home to the US the next day. We were staying near the small town of Castledaly at a renovated country manor that had survived centuries of nearby insurrection and destruction.
We had just toured a peat bog with our Irish guide, Paddy, and were getting organised to board our bus. A serious-looking Paddy came over to Charlie, and wanted to talk privately with him.
Something was wrong. Paddy was always smiling and joking. I thought, it's about my mother, and he's telling Charlie first, so he can tell me.