During a visit to in-laws in the late ‘80s, we took a trip to the city to see the “twin towers.” As we were about to enter and take an elevator to the sky, the Goodyear Blimp was overhead. This picture now has a strange foreshadowing.
There I am. In the sky, atop one of the “twin towers.” Hubby doesn’t like heights; I had to convince him to come out to the observation deck.
A panoramic view of the city, taken from the World Trade Center
A once familiar skyscape taken from a very small boat in very chopped waters, 1995.
I remember my first horrifying glimpse, on tv, of the smudgy New York skyline with a huge gap in it. As I grasped the significance, my knees went weak.
Today we remember and we honour those who gave their lives on 9/11 and the first responders (and others) who later lost their lives as a result of their work in the rumble.
That is why today is also a National Day of Service. A chance for something good to come from something so devastating and evil.
These pictures are frozen moments in pre-9/11 time . Almost 20 years after I rode the elevator to the sky, I came back to work in the city. I went to the site. Renewal with remembrance, honour and respect.
Two earlier posts on 9/11: 9/11, 2012: reflecting pools, a pear tree, and remembrance; and 9/11: ten years on