This is not an easy day for any of us. I was just contacted by a former co-worker reminding me of that morning we spent together seven years ago. I know of three people who lost there lives that day. My brother is doing his second tour of duty in Afghanistan. My brother-in-law was supposed to start a new job in Tower 1, but was asked to attend an orientation off-site that day. My husband, a medical student at the time, waited in an uptown hospital for patients that would never come. The Peace Corps office was down there. It was 1997 when I had my interview. I’m sad it’s not there anymore. That night unable to sleep, I walked down to the shore of the Hudson River from my Bronx apartment. I looked south to the very changed Manhattan sky line and sobbed. Things would never be the same again.
To all of the families, mothers and children who were affected by this horrible tragedy, you’re in our thoughts and prayers today and always.
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