September 11, 2001 shook me to my core, as it did to many others. I live in New Jersey, so it felt like the horror of that day happened right in my own backyard. I could see the smoke that lasted for days, I watched the news coverage praying for survivors, and I felt the anger at the death and destruction that some heartless individuals, with no souls, were able to cause to innocent lives.
Almost everyone I speak to either lost someone they knew, or knows someone who lost someone. I’m no different, I knew someone who was never found, and he absolutely didn’t deserve what happened to him. No one deserved what happened to them that day.
Living so close to NYC, you would think that I would have visited the memorial much sooner. I wanted to go, I always knew I would go, but it took me until just this past summer to finally get there.
In July my close friend and her children were visiting from North Carolina, and as a former Jersey Girl herself, she really wanted to visit the memorial. Together with our kids, we made our way over to NYC via the Port Imperial Ferry.
The Freedom Tower was the first thing we saw and it was absolutely immense. It is a beautiful building, and it can be seen from miles around. We did try to go up to the observation deck, but when we found out it would cost us $45 per person we changed our minds. There were seven of us, and at $45 per person it would have cost us $315. The museum itself was far more important to us, so we passed on the Freedom Tower, and settled for some pretty pictures from outside on the sidewalk.
I wasn’t sure exactly how I would react when I stood on the grounds of what were the twin towers. Sadness, anger, absolutely, but I was also overcome with a sense of peace, and mesmerized by the beauty and serenity.
The entire concept of the reflecting pools in the footprints of the towers, along with the water to represent the tears that will never end, and the names of all those who lost their lives etched into the bronze along the edge, is a beautiful and peaceful testament to the lives lost. They have not and never will be forgotten.
We had not bought tickets to the museum beforehand so we did have to stand in line, but it moved very quickly.
Upon entering there is a picture of the twin towers taken at about 8:30 a.m. on September 11, 2001
Then the after…
The dedication pedestal from outside the towers dated April 14, 1973.
An I-Beam dedicated to the first responders lost:
37 Port Authority Police Officers
23 New York City Police Officers
343 New York City Firefighters
Trying to Remember the Color of the Sky on That September Morning.
Individual handpainted tiles, one for each of the 2,983 lives lost in the September 11th attacks as well as the 1993 attack on the World Trade Center.
The Survivor Stairs remained almost intact.
Steel facade North Tower Floors 93-96
A piece of the infamous antenna from the top of the North Tower
The remains of a Ladder Co. 3 firetruck
The flag in this case is not the one the firefighters are hanging in the picture. The flag in picture was missing for many years, and has only recently been recovered.
Lady Liberty, not the clearest picture, but she is easily recognized.
I recommend anyone who has not visited the September 11th museum, to do so. It is emotional yet beautiful. My heart broke as I walked through the museum, and yet I have never been more proud to be an American than I was as I saw how strong our country stood during such devastation.
God Bless America…
We will never forget…