Friday, September 11, 2009
I went to NYC at the end of December 2001.
My friend and I waited in a 3 hour line to stand on a wooden platform and look down at the devastation.
By then it looked just like any other giant construction site, but it was so much more than that.
On the evening news, they announced that 3 more bodies had been found in the rubble that same day.
I cried that night. I felt that I had made a mockery of people's grief by standing in a line to look at death and destruction.
I don't feel guilty now. It's all about intent.
I was paying my respect in the only way I knew how. I feel confident that the millions of people who have looked down on it since were doing the exact same thing.
Having lived in NYC since 9/11 I know that life goes on for everyone. But, I also know that even though people are going about their lives as usual, they are remembering. In their own way. And that's all we can do.