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Until the day I die I will never forget this day. Never forget the people who sacrificed and are still sacrificing their lives for my freedom. In memory of all those who lost their lives and those who bravely stepped up to help others….
It doesn’t feel like it’s been 7 years. It’s still too raw.
I wont ever forget this day either. I worked in insurance claims–usually very busy. The phone didnt ring for 3 days after 9/11. I cried for a month. It still breaks my heart.
I’m glad you said that Mary Ellen. I was trying to talk to my kids about it this morning and I still can’t talk about how it felt that day and the days following without crying. My kids look at me as if I’m some alien being. I’m used to this.
It is nice to know that I’m not the only one that still feels raw over it.
As I live close to the NY area, I see the gap in the skyline whenever I am on one or two particular roadways, so this is something I recall often. It does seem as if the entire country has forgotten, though. I still remember the sheer “silence” of the sky, that night, when the no-fly zone was put into effect, and all those planes were grounded. In an area with three major airports, we could here only the military helicopters and it was so eerie. Other-worldly. While I did not know anyone personally who perished on 9/11, one of our customers (who ran an elevator repair company)had sent one of their techs into the building that morning. Sadly he did die.
As I live close to the NY area, I see the gap in the skyline whenever I am on one or two particular roadways, so this is something I recall often. It does seem as if the entire country has forgotten, though. I still remember the sheer “silence” of the sky, that night, when the no-fly zone was put into effect, and all those planes were grounded. In an area with three major airports, we could hear only the military helicopters and it was so eerie. Other-worldly. While I did not know anyone personally who perished on 9/11, one of our customers (who ran an elevator repair company)had sent one of their techs into the building that morning. Sadly he did die.
I was there.
It sucked.
It still hurts.
Thanks for reminding people. You get so many more hits than I do.
But, I’m going to pimp out your comments and request people click and go to my site. Partly for the two tributes I’ve done but even more so to click on the link at the end of my 2nd post to go to the page that will have the link to Project 2,996. And check out the other tributes.
Maybe some of you will be willing to do your own tribute. There’s still so many names out there that need doing.
Every time I see those buildings collapse, I think “People were in those buildings.” I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember walking into work on a beautiful, sunny, cool day and thinking how lovely of a day it was. And I remember going home and sitting in front of the tv for hours. May God rest all their souls.
It was so strange when I was up in NYC in August. I’d never been there before, but the feeling I got when I walked up to the site where the twin towers once stood was haunting.
Beth, your memories of the eerie silence and the military planes are just like mine. Spending the week glued to the TV. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live.
I grew up in Yonkers and my Dad was a retired welder who had helped build the Twin Towers – one of my earliest and best memories is of him taking our family and friends on a “preview tour” of one of the buildings before they were officially open. He was so proud and we always felt such a connection to them – my Dad never thought he’d watch them come down on TV someday. I can’t even think of that day and the losses people suffered without crying. Driving back & forth from NY (where my family is) back to NJ a few times a month I never fail to notice the gaping hole in our beautiful skyline and remember that perfect sunny day that turned ino the worst possible nightmare. My daughter started kindergarten that week with twin girls who lived down the block and they lost their father that day. My neighbors and I filled boxes with supplies for the relief workers and one of them drove them to the Javitz Center hoping to be able to at least do something for someone. It’s hard to believe it’s been 7 years – it seems like yesterday, and it will never be over for so many people.
Thanks for the rememberance and the beautiful pic, Robyn.