I will never forget. How could I? 9/11 was the first act of terror that I didn’t simply watch on television. I watched (at least the beginning) from a window. Every time I think about it, my heart races and then I feel a supreme sense of gratefulness that all of those I know who could have very easily been in the twin towers, are alive and well.
Over the past 15 years, a lot has changed in the World Trade Center. The memorials were built. The Freedom Tower was built. As a matter of fact, my husband was able to help build it (though there are no pictures as picture taking was not allowed). The World Trade Center Oculus (a winged transportation hub) was built replacing the transportation hub that was previously in the lower levels of the twin towers.
In the 15 years of recovery, rebuilding and growth, I could not bring myself to physically go to the World Trade Center until this past March. My Mother, my daughter and I all went to visit the WTC and the memorial for the first time. It was as humbling as I expected it to be. Though I did not personally know anyone that lost their life on that fateful day, I felt connected as I ran my fingers across each and every name at the memorial where Tower 2 once stood.
Today, as we near the 16th Anniversary of the 9/11 terror attacks, I think of the ultimate sacrifices that were made all over the United States on 9/11. I also think of all of the love and unity that arose from the ashes.
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