Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Tribute Post NYC

Thanks to Facebook I'm going to end up spending the whole day reading little blurbs about where people were and what they were doing when the planes hit the towers. It's emotionally draining. I think the one that hit me hardest today was from a friend who said nothing but posted a photo of his smiling father. His father, a firefighter, who died that day. That friend reached out to me just two days ago. He was more affectionate than usual and I knew why but I didn't say anything. I didn't know how.

I don't have a story for 9/11. My grandmother called to wake me up after the first plane hit. I was in Illinois. My friends started calling to see if I was okay. They didn't realize I wasn't supposed to move to New York for another month. It wasn't my city yet. It was my future that was attacked. Not me. Luckily my family, although somewhat terrified, still let me leave them and move here a month later. That's when I started to find out what people who were here watching it unfold went through. I've met people that lost family and friends. I've met people that were there working. Firefighters, cops, nurses, and volunteers. I can tell you, New Yorkers are strong. Damn strong. They pulled together and I'm proud to say after living here eleven years I'm now one of them. I take pride in this crazy city. I love this place.

At this point I'm going to repost what I wrote in 2008. It fully applies today in the exact same way. 

New York City is the greatest city in the world. It's a perfect mix of every type of person with contrasting opinions, religions, races, and dreams. You can find anything you want hidden somewhere in this tiny island no matter who you are or how crazy your ideas. There is beauty everywhere in every form and plenty of people to appreciate it. I love this place. When I feel the energy radiating from it I am filled with hope and I see infinite possibilities. This place is a part of me. An extension of myself in some form. I don't know how many people can understand that type of feeling but it is powerful. All I want to do on a day like today, a tragic anniversary, is express my love of this place. I will remember- and move on, because we have to.


Reb said...

Two well written posts. Yes, we have to move on, but let us not forget.

LL said...

Out here it happened early in the morning...

I hope all of your friends can find some comfort with you tonight. ;*

Dianne said...

I thought you were a born NYer
and in a way you are

I have no words left for that day
what I have is concern for the first responders
Jeffrey is one of them
and total disdain for the 'Worst Responders' which is what Jon Stewart calls all who opposed and still get in the way of helping Firsts

Christie and Pataki found the billions for the museum
they both opposed the First Responders bill
it's all BS

love ya kid

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

I am brought up short by the posting of your friend... the picture of his father...

By the time I got to NYC for a visit, Ground Zero was a construction site. I took photos anyway. I walked the perimeter anyway. And the sight of a fire truck on the street brought on feelings of reverence and sadness.

It is most definitely your city now.

LL said...

I hope your favorite underground bar didn't get flooded. I wouldn't know what to do with you if you were sober all the time now! ;P