Thursday, September 11, 2008
Being in New York City today felt, in a way, like being at a funeral for a friend's loved one. I felt sad for the loss, acknowledging the tragedy that occurred 7 years ago. But I was only ever an intruder on someone else's grief, because I couldn't truly have any idea how it must feel.
I'm sure everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. I wrote in my journal that night - a journal that had gone neglected for months prior, and was forgotten again soon after. Over pages and pages, I related a detailed account of the day's events and the way the world felt at that moment, because I knew on that day that it would be changed forever.
I was 3,000 miles away on September 11, 2001, watching history unfold on a television screen. Tonight I stood at Ground Zero and looked up, knowing that I will never really know what those towers looked like up close, or the horror that gripped the city that day. But as I did my best to remember, I was able to experience a small part of the mourning of a city and a nation, as well as hope and the resolve to rebuild. And for that I am grateful.