My heart is aching even more today, if that is even possible. I found out this afternoon that a friend's son-in-law was killed on Flight #11 from Boston. He left behind 2 young sons. His story is on page 20 of today's New York Times: "There was Robert Hayes, 37, a salesman for machinery to record compact discs and a surfer who worked mostly from home so he could spend time with his wife and sons, 4 years old and 6 months old. He had met his wife, Debora, when she was a customer service agent for Trans World Airlines dealing with a flight he had missed. Since then they had traveled frequently together. Somehow, she said yesterday, he had a premonition about this flight, taking a walk alone the night before, and hugging her tight before he left for the airport." I also heard that at a family cookout this past Sunday, he told his extended family he had a strange feeling about going on this business trip, and that he didn't want to go. So, so sad. Hugs, Ashara
