John lost one of his friends, also a John - also married with three young children, ours ranged from 4 to 8 at the time, theirs were of similar ages; how I cried for the wife, the mother, those children
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my John had said that if it had been him, he wouldn't have even have been in the office at that time - but the other John always went in early before a meeting and checked out the conference room and said hello to the secretaries and made himself familiar and comfortable with his surroundings
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as it was, my John was in the London office and a friend had come over to help me with the children (I was still suffering from post-natal depression at the time) and she'd heard on the street what was happening and we turned on the tv aghast and watched the second plane fly into the tower and I phoned my John in a total panic and he told me that his whole office were watching, horrified, immobile, knowing they had people in the building
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I still can't quite believe it - but that sounds so stupid

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it is one of the only times that I ever saw my John cry, when he found out about the other John