When American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center, on board was Mary Alice Wahlstrom, the Kaysville mother and grandmother who had a contagious laugh, who would run from her porch to greet her family and whose house always smelled like chocolate chip cookies. Mallory Wahlstrom was 12 when her grandmother died. One of Mary Alice’s 15 grandchildren left behind, Mallory remembers watching the fiery crash that morning, not knowing her grandmother and aunt Carolyn Beug were aboard. She recalls the fears that swelled during the day while she was at school, and the sad nod from her mother when she returned home, confirming the worst. But for this granddaughter, now 22, the terrorist attacks have come to represent much more than loss. Major events in her life — terrible and terrific — seem to have conspired to happen around this anniversary. All revolve around life and near-death, turning the once-cursed day into a time to celebrate life.
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