My mother has started writing about her memories of 9-11 on her blog, The Inner Elder. If you have a moment and don't mind getting teary eyed, it is well worth reading. Even knowing most of what she wrote, I found the tears falling. She was in midtown on that fateful day, which also happens to be my sister's birthday and the day before her own birthday.
I often wonder how others think of the attacks here and in Pennsylvania and DC. I wonder if people think we should get over it, it's been six years already. For those of us in the surrounding area, the reminder is there, every time we see the Manhattan skyline with its twin towers missing. I imagine those prominent structures of other states and how it would affect their citizens to have them suddenly and violently disappear, along with thousands of lives.
I was at the top of the World Trade Center once, as part of a school field trip when I was a teacher assistant. It was an overcast day, very unlike the blue skies of September 11, 2001. I remember looking out the windows and seeing everything gray and dreary, as if viewing the city through smoke. I had no desire to return, even though I was very familiar with this area back then and it would have been a simple matter for me to visit on a nice day. In some ways, I prefer having this perception of the towers. My view at the top of WTC felt like a foreshadowing of its fate.