I worked on a post for Workout Wednesday most of last night and instead of pushing through a blinding headache, I resolved to finish the post this morning and publish later today. Before I went to sleep I remembered that today was the anniversary of 9/11/01. The post that I was working on will be further delayed because reflecting and remembering is of utmost importance today.
I’m a New Yorker and I can remember the events of 9/11/01 as clear as the blue sky that canopied my city on that day. 9/11 changed my world and the entire world in so many ways.
7 months before 9/11/01, I worked across the street from the World Trade Center. I had quit my job to go back to school (to change careers and become a dietitian) but Jay and my mother-in-law worked at 32 Broadway just a few blocks from the towers.
I wasn’t in Manhattan that day but I’ll never forget being the shock and paralysis I felt being at home alone watching the television replaying the towers crumbling and falling over and over and over again. I waited in silence in my empty apartment for Jay and my mother-in-law to come home.
The majestic Brooklyn Bridge, my favorite bridge in New York, was the footpath for so many on 9/11 – Jay and my mother-in-law included. For far too long, I’ve only looked at the Brooklyn Bridge as my running path and I’ve taken for granted what an important part this bridge played in my life and the lives of so many others on 9/11.
When Jay and my mother-in-law finally came home, they were both covered in soot and exhausted. Both were silent, in shock but home safe. I’ll never forget the days following 9/11 – the fear, anger, love, camaraderie, smell of smoke and even the bits of paper flying around. The landscape of New York forever changed that day and the next time I run over my favorite bridge in the entire world I’ll make a very special effort to remember to say thank you.
My heart is heavy today -
I’m thoughtful, I’m grateful and I remember.
For my friends and family in New York City and around the world, I love you.