Two Massive Tribute Pools Representing the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center. The water, in my own words and reflection, representing a hundred million tears shed over lost love ones, loved ones who never graduated from high school or college, loved ones destined to be an actor or a teacher or a nurse or whatever their dreams were as a child, loved ones who never had a chance to defend themselves.
The names carved into the framework of the pool’s iron perimeter represent those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001. If you read them, you will find Irish, Spanish, Native American, Indian, Polish, Muslim, African, German, French names. All of them connected by the tragic events of that day. The events of this day did not discriminate for reasons of color or religion or political views or age.
I lived on 15th St and 4th Ave in Park Slope, Brooklyn in 2001. My life was parked less than one mile from the World Trade Center, just across the Hudson River. My local fire station, Squad 1, sent many, many fathers, husbands, boyfriends, soccer coaches, teachers into Manhattan that morning. Most of them did not make it back. I wanted to see and read the names and thank them for their service.
An American Flag caught my eye and reminded me of the tireless efforts of the other local police departments, fire stations, FBI, ATF, and other government agencies on September 11 and the weeks and months to follow. Their unselfish acts of bravery that day will never be and must never be forgotten.
It was an emotional day to say the least. 3 of the boys in our family – Spencer, Michel, and Mario – were born in 2001. The younger boys – Griffin, Harrison – have grown up learning about 9-11 as part of the curriculum in school. Myself and Rachel, being parents, chatted about the events on that day, September 11, 2001, as if it had just happened recently. What we were doing, where we were going, how we learned about what had happened to our beloved United States of America. Other generations remember the Kennedy assassination, maybe the nuclear bombings in Hiroshima. For my family, for me, I will never forget September 11, 2001. I will end by saying this 9-11 memorial in New York City did help me heal some emotional wounds still present some 15 years later. It is worth the drive to make sure that those many souls – the Firefighters, Policemen, Accountants, Lawyers, Doctors, Secretaries, Children – will never be forgotten.