Every year I think it will get easier and every year brings a new tide of fresh grief. Perhaps someone in this world has found the elusive closure, but it's not me, and I doubt if it ever will be me.
Beginning in the fall of 1999 my office moved to 2 Broadway and the World Trade Center became a major part of my life. I shopped on the concourse level after work, had a quick supper sometimes and often took the subway uptown from there. In the December after my office moved I bought discount holiday cards at the Borders Bookstore there. In the way of so many things in life I appreciated that the Trade Center was there and yet, took it so for granted.
Since 2009 when I began this blog, I've been writing my observation about September 11. As in the past, I link to a previous post and this year I chose the one that I wrote for 2011, "Can Anyone Define Closure?" One day, far into the future I hope, I won't be here to write my reflection, and one day, no one who experienced the day in Lower Manhattan, will be here to tell their story. Like so many other events that have happened, September 11 will pass into the history books. Our reflections and stories will form that history and the memories of those who died on that beautiful September morning will live on in our remembrances.
May the memories of all those who went to work or ran an errand and never came home be for a blessing, now and always.






