9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Nine

And I remember emailing people,

People I used to know, who lived,

Lived far away from this, asking

Them, please, to please call them,

My parents and tell them, I am alive.

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4 Responses to 9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Nine

  1. midnitechef says:

    This post struck me the deepest. I can’t imagine the chaos, fear, and hundreds of other emotions you and everyone felt at Ground Zero. Great project, congrats on appearing in Freshly Pressed today!

  2. This blog allows me to grieve from afar. I am in Denver, and for 10 years i have not found a peaceful way to “Just let it go. It is in the past.” Like i am not qualified to grieve because I had no relatives there, nor was i there personally, so I should be able to shrug off the horror. The heart-wrench that left so many questions left unanswered.
    “Where are they now, the survivors? How do they put one foot in front of the other today? Who or what do they find to distract them in between waves of remembering?”

    this blog provides those answers. thank you for sharing.

  3. This post is full of the emotions joy and terror, relief and angst. Have you published this in its entirety?

  4. I saw the horror from a hotel room, struggling to get kids ready for school. We were displaced from our house after a fire, and the kids still thought we were on vacation.

    They didn’t understand the tears streaming down my face, or the gasps and yells that would escape my lips. Or why I would not let them leave out of my sight. It was real. Real, right in Denver.

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