I've decided there are no words. There's nothing I can say here that will ever feel right, or to convey what I feel inside. Instead I will share this video I came across online. It speaks for not only those lives lost that day, but the lives we continue to lose because of that day. Those first responders who have become sick because of their exposure at Ground Zero. We remember September and those who gave their all that day, but we also need to remember those who are still giving - those who have died since, and who are fighting for their lives today.
I would also like to share a book I read earlier this year. Last Man Down: A Firefighter's Story of Survival and Escape from the World Trade Center gives you a first hand account of Chief Picciotto's experience that day. I couldn't put this book down once I had started it. You really felt like you were in that stairwell with him, like you were climbing over rubble along side of him. It's an amazing story that I recommend to anyone.
I know I will never forget what I was doing the day I learned the horrendous news. My mother and stepfather had dropped my sister off at her first day of preschool, and had gone out to breakfast. I had crawled out of been shortly before, and made my way down to the kitchen. I began washing a sink full of dishes when the phone rang. It was my grandmother. She asked if I had seen what was going on on the tv. I remember walking down to the family room and flipping on the tv, and just standing there horrified. I really couldn't even speak. I don't even remember hanging up the phone, or what I did after. I just remember standing there dumbfounded.
To those of you who have personal ties to 9/11, I express my deepest sympathies.