The tragedy of 9-11 has made all of us different though, some of us are, like myself, still wondering why, what did we do, what was the reason? Some have become reclusive, flinching and ducking for cover whenever they hear a plane fly overhead, or sound like it is flying too low. While other New Yorkers have gone on the defensive, watching everyone that seems different or speak with a different accent, which in NY is everyone.
I know I may be sounding like a prattling codger, reminiscing about a mythical city of heroes and brotherhood, but the truth of it is, I am still, when it comes to this subject, trying to make sense of a senseless act of violence that killed too many innocent people and has been killing people every day since it happened, if you think about the military conflicts that we have been involved in. What is the price of peace, the cost of a human life, the value of spilled blood?
On September 11th, 2011 the 10th anniversary of that tragic day, we look forward to the new tower being built, a monumental spire of glass and technology that is physical proof of the resilience of New York, and the Fountains being built in the footprints of the twins that were lost that day. Without them, the New York skyline is all so very different, and somehow not as majestic.
In the memory of what was New York, I would ask that you not think of what was lost, but what was found, the sense of unity and the loyalty of a people that were struck unaware, but stood their ground, fighting an unseen enemy, and winning against all odds. Go on the town, see a movie, a play, go out to dinner with friends, talk about the good times and remember the ones we’ve lost by doing the things they loved, live our lives with them still in our hear.