9/11

     Ok, so I know that I'm a day late. But better late than never right? Yesterday, as most people (at least in the U.S.) know, was the twelfth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. I happened to be in New York City yesterday, so I hopped on a subway and headed down to ground zero. Unfortunately, the memorial was closed to all except family and close friends. However, just being there was moving. Looking up into the huge gap between the other skyscrapers put an image into my head of the towers falling in on themselves exactly twelve years ago. I sat in a park nearby for a good hour letting it all soak in.
     I have no memory of that day. None at all. The attacks have always just been there in the background for me. Remembered by most, and grieved by all. I dedicate this post to the 3,000 people that lost their lives that day; the people working in the towers, the passengers on the planes that hit the towers and the Pentagon, the passengers who crashed the plane into the field in Pennsylvania to prevent the White House from being hit, the people working in the Pentagon, the people who were killed by the collapsing towers, and the fire fighters and police officers who lost their lives saving others. We will always remember them. I also dedicate this to the people who didn't lose their lives that day. Especially the fire fighters and police officers. You have our love and thanks. Forever and always in our hearts <3
Xoxo, Izzy