Remembering: Nine Years Later

A view of the Lower Manhattan Skyline on the evening of September 11th, 2010 (from Jersey City, NJ): From  09-11-10

I am one of the New Yorkers who did not personally lose a family member or close friend on Tuesday September 11th, 2001.  Nine years later, I remember the innocent people who died or were injured, as well as the heroes who saved so many lives on that “beautiful” September morning.

Today, I spent the day with my parents, who I was with nine years ago today, and my husband.  We spent the afternoon on a full island tour on the Circle Line before heading out to dinner in SoHo.  As our boat approached Lower Manhattan, I had my husband walk down onto the lower deck of the boat with me.  I snapped a few photos.  To this day, the skyline of Lower Manhattan just doesn’t look right to me.  It’s not the skyline I saw when we drove into Manhattan from New Jersey weekend after weekend.  Nine years later, the Lower Manhattan skyline still looks foreign to me.  I recognize the Winter Garden and the American Express Building, but it’s just doesn’t look right.  There’s no way to get used to it no matter how many years it has been.

Ruth authored a post entitled “Remembering September 11th” two days ago, which reminds us all that many of the children sitting in public school classrooms do not remember that horrible September day.  It’s not imprinted in their minds since they did not live through it.  However, September 11th is still fresh in our minds.  Even though it’s a weekend, and the school year is still fresh, please take time to address the topic of the September 11th attacks, if it’s age-appropriate, with your students this-coming week.  It’s one of the best ways to honor the memories of those who died that day… so that we will always remember and never forget.

My husband and I (with one on the way) in front of Lady Liberty today.  Being able to stand in front of this incredible symbol of freedom reminds me of what it means to be an American.
The Lower Manhattan Skyline, which I still can’t get used to, taken from the Circle Line.