Each year I keep believing that this day will get easier, less traumatic, less sorrowful. And in some ways it has. I have learned to do things that will make it less difficult. I don't watch any videos of the events that took place that day. I take a rest from news coverage most of the day and I don't watch the entire reading of the names of those who were killed. Starting at "A" and watching for as long as I can reduces me to sobbing. It brings back the worst of the horrors of the day.
I did watch the reading this morning and today I was struck by how young those who died appeared. Almost every picture showed someone who was young and smiling. Even if they were 51, my age in 2001, they are still 51 and they will not age as the rest of us have done. They will be forever young and smiling, gone far too soon and too violently. We remain to tell their stories and to make the rest of the world remember those that died on a perfect late summer morning. We will never forget.
This is my fifth year blogging about September 11. Last year I wrote this post and it includes a link to my first post about this day written in September 2009. I worked in Lower Manhattan and our office was six blocks south of the World Trade Center. The Trade Center was one of my favorite places. I shopped in the mall in the lower level, celebrated birthdays at Windows on the World and went to concerts in the Plaza. I am happy to see the area being rebuilt, but in my memory I will always see the Twin Towers rising up in the New York sky.
We will never forget
I am linking up this post with Pink Saturday September 11. So appreciate the opportunity to share this important day with my Pink Saturday friends. Many thanks, Beverly!