This morning I realised that...
Sep. 11th, 2004 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heidiI'd found myself forgetting. I couldn't remember where the Mrs Fields was in relation to the sbarro's on the lower shopping level, and whether The Greatest Bar on Earth was above or below Windows on the World. SO I went back and read my post from September 14, 2001, so I could remember as much as I could about the place I walked through every day for months as I worked at CNBC at the American Stock Exchange, and later, for American Express, and on so many days in between and after, en route to lunch, a firm Christmas party, Borders Books.
I still spend time on the morning of September 11 in reflection, for a number of reasons.
Because Doug, who was at Haverford with Aaron, and who married a colleague of both of ours, was killed at Cantor Fitzgerald.
Because my first boyfriend in college lost a cousin.
Because my best friend lost a cousin.
Because my friend Yael from HpfGU lost a cousin.
Because Aaron's cousin made it out alive.
Because my brother had dined at Windows on the World nine days before.
Because my husband used to work construction on the top of the South Tower.
Because I loved the quartzes in Windows on the World.
Because I thought Cassie had gone to the WTC that morning to deal with an insurnace thing; she hadn't.
Because Ali saw them fall from her window at NYU.
Because John wasn't sure his father was going to be able to get home.
Because my friend Jamie was stranded in Nova Scotia when the planes were grounded; she was en route home from her brother's wedding in Paris, and nobody knew where she was for a day and a half.
Because I'd flown out of New York eight days before, and had lived there for about five years, over the years of my life, and know so many other people who were affected in so many different ways. I know dozens who ran from the shrapnel and who saw the bodies fall and who heard the crash and who nearly died. I got an email from my friend Sue via her Blackberry as she fled uptown, and an AIM from my friend Lisa who's worked in the Deutschebank building that housed my favorite Chinese restaurant on Wall Street and I knew they were safe. And so many people never got that email or that AIM or that call and their friends and loved ones never came home and I know too many of them to mark this as just another day.
I still spend time on the morning of September 11 in reflection, for a number of reasons.
Because Doug, who was at Haverford with Aaron, and who married a colleague of both of ours, was killed at Cantor Fitzgerald.
Because my first boyfriend in college lost a cousin.
Because my best friend lost a cousin.
Because my friend Yael from HpfGU lost a cousin.
Because Aaron's cousin made it out alive.
Because my brother had dined at Windows on the World nine days before.
Because my husband used to work construction on the top of the South Tower.
Because I loved the quartzes in Windows on the World.
Because I thought Cassie had gone to the WTC that morning to deal with an insurnace thing; she hadn't.
Because Ali saw them fall from her window at NYU.
Because John wasn't sure his father was going to be able to get home.
Because my friend Jamie was stranded in Nova Scotia when the planes were grounded; she was en route home from her brother's wedding in Paris, and nobody knew where she was for a day and a half.
Because I'd flown out of New York eight days before, and had lived there for about five years, over the years of my life, and know so many other people who were affected in so many different ways. I know dozens who ran from the shrapnel and who saw the bodies fall and who heard the crash and who nearly died. I got an email from my friend Sue via her Blackberry as she fled uptown, and an AIM from my friend Lisa who's worked in the Deutschebank building that housed my favorite Chinese restaurant on Wall Street and I knew they were safe. And so many people never got that email or that AIM or that call and their friends and loved ones never came home and I know too many of them to mark this as just another day.
