On September 11th 2001 I was working at a supermarket when the news starting coming in about a plane hitting the World Trade Center tower. My boss wouldn’t let us leave. I was worried for my father because he worked downtown. On my break I was at the payphone calling his office and no one was answering. Luckily I was working the morning shift and by 11:30 I ran out and went to pull my brother out of school and get home. We walked in and were relieved to see my father sitting in the living room. He was covered in white soot from running from the area. He was able to get on one of the ferries back to Staten island. He was on the bus when they witnessed the second plane hitting the other building.
At the time I didn’t fully comprehend the amount of lives lost until later that evening. This morning I watched some of the names being called and listening to the family members speak. No matter how much time has passed it still feels heavy on my heart. I’ll never forget staring out at the city watching the smoke rise. The empty place in the skyline seemed like a hole through the heart. It would be a constant reminder of that day. Of the senseless act that took all those lives. Even with the Freedom Tower it isn’t the same. I haven’t brought myself to visit the fountains but I hear it is very peaceful.
I cry for all the lives lost and I pray for those families. I still can’t watch footage without feeling emence sadness. I don’t think I will ever not cry on this day.
My view of this sad yet beautiful light from the passenger side. I don’t take photos while driving.