Quite naturally, different people deal with the memory of 9/11 in different ways.
Some wish to revisit the rage they felt that day, rage being just one way of managing the underlying feelings of deep loss and sadness, and so they post photos on the socialwebs of the destruction of the World Trade Center towers, accompanied by urgent pleas, shouted out to whomever might be paying attention, pleas that we “NEVER FORGET!”.
As I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed this morning, I found that I couldn’t linger on any of the photos of this nature.
But, when I came upon this image, a photo taken by a friend of a friend, I knew that this is how I’d prefer to mark 9/11, to remember the towers whole and majestic, as they once were:
I haven’t been back to New York since the towers came down, and I still can’t get my head around the idea that they aren’t there.
They were an indelible icon as I grew up in New Jersey, a 40-minute train ride away from the city, or, better yet, a ride away on the Staten Island Ferry, so that, as the boat came closer and closer to the terminal in Lower Manhattan, that unlikely forest of skyscrapers sprouting out of that tiny island grew larger and larger before my awe-filled eyes, with the twin towers dominating the foreground, standing guard over that amazing city, a city both powerful and precarious.
Anyway, I’ve browsed around and have collected here some particularly good photos of the World Trade Center, to help me keep those positive images alive.