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
The photo challenge was created by:
- Cathy from Nanacathydotcom
- Jane from Rainbowjunkiecorner
- Melissa from The Aran Artisan
- Sandra from Wild Daffodil
alookatthelittlethings 
A moving post. When we see or hear about horrific moments in time the place we was always sticks with us forever.
They really do. I was surprised at how much emotional memory this brought back.
A most appropriate zero. I so nearly scanned in a picture of ground zero from when we visited New York for my 50th birthday, so happy you choose to use your pictures.
It was odd timing that I went there this past weekend while still struggling with the week’s photo prompt.
Perfect synchronicity.
Wonderful Post! Thank you for sharing. Your Photo’s are a amazing!
Thanks! I took a lot of photos, but it is hard to capture what it felt like to be there.
I was in Portugal (where I lived at the time) and was watching live news on the first plane collision so I watched the second plane hitting the towers. It was a mix of surprise, shock and not wanting to believe what was happening. Such a vivid memory too… so sad.
Shock is the right word. We didn’t see the planes hit, but I remember the horrified feeling watching the towers collapse, and then frantically calling home to make sure none of my friends who work in NY had jobs at the WTC.
What a moving post! Wonderful photos. I was there when the memorial was under construction with my sister and, then 13 year old, nephew. We spent some time looking at the exhibition and none of us could speak for a long while afterwards. I am glad to see your photos and to know about the birthday roses.
If only that could have been the time when humanity felt NO MORE KILLING!
Thank you for sharing your stories of the day.
It took me a long time to be able to go back to NY after it happened. It really does rob you of speech as you are faced with very raw emotion.
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Very thought and very touching response…
I was surprised at how much of that day’s emotions surfaced being there.