Friday, September 11, 2009

Eight years ago & almost to the hour

I'll never forget looking out my office window on Lafayette Street, watching all those firetrucks racing by. I'll never forget calling my mother and instructing her to stay inside, or the next four hours making my way north on silent streets. I'll never forget the weeks that followed-- frightened faces and helping hands, pictures of loved ones glued to every surface of the city, flying hopelessly in a burning sky.

3 comments:

smartz said...

It was so horrible here, 3000 miles away. It's impossible for us to really understand what it was like for those of you there. Thank you for your post.

shawn said...

I remember the sense of dread ...

I remember the clear blue skies with no jet contrails ...

I remember the images and sounds of that day ...

I remember the rows of jets on runways in Newfoundland and other corners of Canada ...

I remember touching the rusty girders in the Peace Gardens 100 kms from here and praying for peace ...

One day ...

Today, we remember ...

Scribe816 said...

I watched the second tower fall. Some memories are indelibly engraved in our hearts. The heavy rain we’re experiencing today is symbolic of all the tears that were shed. It was the worst of times, but it brought out the best in people.