Today would feel like any other Tuesday in autumn except that it’s not. Just like that Tuesday on September 11, 2001, this day is very different in the hearts of all of us who watched it happen. Here we are, eleven years later still reliving the tragedy and mourning the lives lost.
On our recent visit to New York City in August, we took an afternoon to visit the 9/11 memorial and see 1 WTC as it gets closer to completion.
I wrote about where I was on 9/11 last year, and what I’d witnessed in downtown New York City when we saw the embers still burning when we visited in 2001. I hadn’t been back to the site until this year, in part due to time constraints in previous visits, but also because of the sorrow that overwhelms when you visit.
I was glad to be finally be back and witness the new WTC today.
I ran my hands over the beautiful memorial and the names of the fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, policemen, firemen, and rescuers we lost.
9/11 is difficult to explain to children who weren’t alive when it happened and who cannot understand the evil that occurred that day.
Watching the site being rebuilt and the tower rising is unlike watching an ordinary skyscraper under construction – it brings renewal and is a symbol of our resilience.
When you sail the ferry from Battery Park, you can see both the tower rising in downtown Manhattan and our Lady Liberty standing tall and proud in the harbor.
Seeing both make me feel so proud to be an American.