My twin towers. I look at them every day, so I will #neverforget as if that’s even a remote possibility. I was fortunate to be a part of NYC for a short time in my life, and once she gets inside your heart, she never lets go.
My 9/11 moment, was watching United 175 strike the South Tower, live on Good Morning America. My reaction was visceral and my mind exploded like the images in front of me thinking of the flight crew and passengers on board. I have tried to imagine myself in their stead a thousand times, having been a flight attendant based in New York so many years ago. On Hudson approach to LaGuardia, I never failed to sneak a peak at those towers, standing sentinel to all of NYC. It simply was, magical.
I was never more proud to be an American than in the days and months that followed that hellacious day. We were One, if only for a time. Perhaps that is the true meaning behind, never forget. All diversity was forgotten and we were all just...people, of one race, human, united in our grief, our disbelief and our pain.
Today, I feel alone in my pain, mourning the loss of so much more this year, dreading the months to come and knowing I will not forget these days, of futures unknown.
Peace
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