In Loving Memory of the 2,975 Souls Lost
A 9/11/2001 Tribute
9/11/2001 was a day in history no one who experienced it in its wake will ever truly get over. Thousands of lives had perished and hundreds of heroes lost as they effortlessly tried to save as many survivors as possible. If you lived in the heart of it all you felt everyone’s pain, you shared in everyone’s grief, and the anger you felt was overwhelmingly constraining as the news unfolded about the Twin Towers going down.
It was a day we recap every day if we live or work around the surrounding area, and a day we can never forget, nor ever want to. To the many families that lost a loved one I send my blessings on this very day. Eight years have gone by, but the pain is felt as strongly as it did the day your loved one perished. Let me say that I among others have you all in our hearts and pray the memories shared before their demise can sustain you in glory.
On this day I learned the true meaning of brotherhood, compassion and grief and I will always keep those thoughts with me. Being stranded in upper Manhattan and seven months pregnant was scary enough. On this day I set off to work and reported to my volunteer post in the upper West side for the Fernando Ferrer for Mayor Campaign, and from there we can see the visuals of the disaster as the First Tower was engulfed in flames. The group I was with and I were informed of what happened by a passerby who was shouting one of the Twin Towers was on fire as we attempted to hand out pamphlets.
The initial reaction was of course disbelief, but once we turned to face its direction we could tell the worst had happened. I had friends who worked in that very building and my heart just sank. When we returned to the volunteer main post, everyone was glued to the TV in total shock, some of the women were already sobbing and all I could think about was my friend, and my husband who sometimes did clinical home visits around and near the Towers. I tried calling but there was no reception, and then I was told no public transportation either. The world around me just stopped and the people around me just froze. Well not entirely, but sort of moved in slow motion. I can hear the shouting, and my heart beating out of control, but everything else was on a slow pace.
Fear consumed me in so many levels this day. 9/11/2001 was the day I saw true humanity, togetherness and an abundance of good natured people. Everyone lent a helping hand where they could. One of the men in our group had a mini van and with that he was able to take a small group at a time, in a now congested city to a closer destination leading them home. Since I was pregnant I was forced onto the first run. This gentleman was kind enough to take us group by group, and even though I can’t remember his name I hope some day he reads this and instantly remembers the pregnant woman he assisted in getting home safely the day NYC stood still. To you I now say, “Thank you.”
Eight years later we still mourn the loss of the many that perished, we pray for our troops, who since then have fought a great fight and continue to do so to prevent terrorism attacks from happening again, but something else also happens and this isn’t very easy to admit.
Each year it gets easier to forget the kindness some so easily shared with each other. The unity we had isn’t as evident and compassion is once again neatly tucked away somewhere and waiting for the next crisis.
Everyone we lost on this day shall be remembered, now only on the day, but everyday. The families left behind should be prayed for as well as their pain is as profound now as it was then. God willing their pain will subside in time, how much no one can determine, but hopefully enough to ease their daily lives; and that of humanity.
There are many stories that were not shared on this day. Many live through the fear that consumed us on a different level, and many heroes who made it out alive never get recognized. In honor of 9/11 we remember, we shall never forget and we shall always be united. May the 2,975 souls lost rest in peace now and forever.
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