For the first time, I saw a 9/11 Memorial. Not on TV from several hundred miles away, but right in front of me. On Saturday, I stood on the banks of the Hudson River and looked straight at the New York City skyline. I saw the Empire State Building. And I saw something else. The empty spot where the World Trade Center towers once stood.
Aunt Nub, who authors the journal Running on Empty, is my J-land and real life friend. She took my son and I down to this memorial in Irvington, NY. She showed us the Tappanzee Bridge. She pointed out a lighthouse in the other direction. Then she walked us over to a spot and said look, in the distance. That's where we saw them fall. This is where we stood. The dust and smoke reached all the way across the river to where we are standing now.
When she and her husband saw on TV that a plane had hit the first tower, they drove down to this small park near the Tappanzee and watched. Her husband brought binoculars. She said there were 8 or 9 other people there that morning, all strangers, but all hugging one another and crying together. I can't even imagine. I guess I didn't say much, but I sure was feeling alot. I still am.
I will let these photos speak for themselves. I know the NYC skyline one is not a good photo, (it was starting to rain a bit) but you can see what I saw on Saturday. What Aunt Nub and her husband saw on 9/11/01. They both have tattoos that mark that date.
On the small granite towers, there are rocks, pebbles, beads and pennies. Little tokens that show that people have come by. I took out a penny and Beau and I placed it on top of one of the towers, the one on the left. Right in the center. I guess I felt we should leave a little bit of ourselves there, too.
*Edit: I forgot, now that Aunt Nub just mentioned it in her comment...Beau hugged those granite towers, each one of them. He gave them the sweetest embrace. How could I have forgotten that?? Thanks, my dear, for the reminder.