Wednesday, September 11, 2013
In memory of 9/11
I'd forgotten what today was until I saw a post Laura Kaye shared on Facebook. It needs to be passed on. I cried reading the whole thing, went through no less than a dozen tissues and had to stop several times to clear my glasses. Where was I on this day? Sitting in my living room with my boys more grateful than I'd ever been that my family no longer lived in NYC. Most of my family was born and raised in New York City. My grandmother worked in those towers. I used to come visit her in the summer and she'd take me into the city with her every once in a while. I remember the long elevator ride up. I don't even recall what floor. I have pictures somewhere, of me in the office.
Most of my family's moved out of New York to the surrounding states. By 9/11, my grandmother's company went out of business and she and my grandfather moved to a small, rural town in Pennsylvania. I remember watching that tower come down, so grateful that she wasn't among the people in it. Shell shocked was how I felt.
But...Meg Cabot wrote a touching first hand account of her experience on 9/11. Have tissues handy. You're going to need them.
May the souls of the ones who gave their lives that day rest in peace and may their families find the solace to go on without them.