So it’s been 10 years since that day. We’ve all been affected by that horrible day on some level. 09/11/2001 was before I even met my wife. We both worked in Manhattan. Her experience is a lot darker than mine, having witnessed the entire tragedy unfold from her office building a mere blocks away from the towers. She escaped through the dark dust cloud not knowing whether she would make it or not. Thankfully she did. We’ve been married for 8 years now.
I remember smelling smoke even out by 55th street which is where my office was at the time. I remember standing next to a guy in the subway who was covered in white dust. I remember my Mom crying out “why to we do this to each other?” while watching the coverage on CNN. I remember my dad, a hard working Japanese immigrant, who adopted NYC as his second home, who was too sick to work by that time due to Cancer, watching in sadness. He loved NYC. He lived NYC. To him , the towers symbolized the greatness of this city. I remember he used to love taking me and my brother there when we were younger. He had this certain pride about showing his kids the marvel of the towers. And on 9/11, they were wiped out, and perhaps along with them, some of my dad’s dreams. It’s sad to think that one of his last memories of NYC, a city he loved so much, was 09/11. He passed away in early 2002.
It’s important to remember that day. But it’s also important to continue moving forward.
Let’s all hope for a better future.
Here are some photos I took a few years ago at the Ground Zero area…