Memorial as night falls

No day shall erase you from the memory of time. -Virgil

This past weekend we met with friends and visited the 9/11 Memorial and Museum in New York City.  It at the spot named Ground Zero.  We were three couples, and each had a different experience that day back in 2001. One friend works in Manhattan and was boarding the ferry for her commute when she saw the second plane hit the World Trade Center. One friend was a fire chief in New Jersey, and although he was not there that day, he spent the next two months at the site assisting in what they hoped at first would be rescue operations. My husband and I were supposed to fly home that day from Colorado. We watched the news in a tiny airport in the mountains not comprehending yet that it would be five days before we would be able to get home.

The memorial outside the museum is built in two parts, each on the footprint of the two towers. Names of everyone who died that day run around the perimeter. Office workers, passengers on all four flights, rescue workers.

I had a hard time selecting one photo, so I hope you’ll indulge me if I include one more.


A white rose marks each name on their birthday

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