This year September 11th is tearing my heart apart…again. I remember the first September 11th vividly. I live in Brooklyn, NY and had charred pieces of paper from offices in the Twin Towers drifting from lower Manhattan and landing in my driveway. I remember the funerals that went on and on for weeks. I live in a middle class neighborhood where many of the first responders who perished lived.
Now the site of the World Trade Center/911 Memorial has become a tourist attraction. Pedestrians walk through the site unrestricted. I’ve heard this upsets some of the family members of those lost on that horrid day. Most of the family members consider the ground to be sacred and some want it enshrined. I sympathize with them and their pain. I consider the ground to be sacred, but to me, the sacred is part of my life.
If we block off the area, frown on people walking through taking photos while snapping their gum, it will be easier to forget. I think few have forgotten. This year especially I sense that. Feelings are raw. America remembers.
The New York City Fire Department certainly has not forgotten
The many volunteers have not forgotten who rushed to help in any way they could in the days after the terrorist attack.
I personally don’t know anyone who has forgotten. And this year, so many say it’s just ripping their hearts apart all over again.