03/11/2026
Renée May was a Flight Attendant who had a passion for art and knitting special blankets for her friends. On the morning of September 11, she made two calls to her parents from American Airlines Flight 77, informing them to notify American Airlines that their flight had been hijacked, just before it crashed into the Pentagon. Renée was anticipating the arrival of her first child.
Renée A. May served as a Flight Attendant for American Airlines. On the morning of September 11, 2001, she was aboard American Airlines Flight 77, which ultimately crashed into the Pentagon. Renée was originally from Buffalo, New York. She lived from Sunday, May 13, 1962, until Tuesday, September 11, 2001, totaling 39 years, 3 months, and 30 days, or 471 months and 30 days, which amounts to 14,367 days of life.
"Today, I find myself reflecting on a blonde girl with dimples and blue eyes, who is likely pondering whom she will share lunch with at her junior high. Just last week, she would have discussed the upcoming school year with her mother, Renée, who left her position as a flight attendant at American Airlines in 2002 due to the increasing stress of ensuring the safety of her passengers.
Instead, the names 'Renée A. May and her unborn child' are etched in stone at the 9/11 Memorial in New York City.
An early call to duty on the morning of September 11 placed Renée May from Baltimore, Maryland, on American Flight 77. Before the morning concluded, Renée had made two calls to her parents, urging them to inform American Airlines that their flight had been hijacked. That flight tragically ended in concrete at the Pentagon at 9:37 a.m.Pregnant at age 39, Renée was engaged to David Spivock, who told The Washington Post that Renée loved to knit special blankets for friends and loved art, volunteering at an art museum where she gave tours for children. He told the Post Renée was the nicest person he’d ever met.
I didn’t know Renée May.
Standing at the 9/11 memorial in March 2012, cocooned in the soothing sound of cascading water, I read names. As my eyes paused on “Renée A. May and her unborn child,” I felt a depth of loss. I knew nothing about this woman, but I took a photo of her place on the memorial. Later, I looked her up online and found a beautiful smile, dimples and bright eyes looking back at me from my screen.
Now, on 9/11, I think of this woman I never met. A woman called kind and thoughtful. A woman, who at age 39, was about to become a mother. A woman who left behind unfinished blankets and an unfinished life.
Carved into stone, into our hearts and into history, let these names live in our conversations and our memories.