Eight Years Later

Like most New Yorkers, I am stopped in my tracks every year on 9/11 and remember the sights, sounds, and even smells (burning airline fuel) of that day. That morning becomes a bit more distant as each year passes. For me, personally, it was a day I spent partly on the phone with my grandmother (who died four months later) and partly with my then-boyfriend/now-ex-husband, and my father. All New Yorkers have these idiosyncratic memories of that Tuesday morning, and for those of us who now have children, I wonder which memories we will share as more September 11th anniversaries come and go. My own daughter seemed totally unaware of it today and I doubt they will mention it in her first grade classroom. But as a born-and-bred New Yorker, it sometimes confronts her- she asked recently as we drove by the old WTC construction site, “Mommy, what are they building there?” I told her something had burned down. I was not ready to tell her the rest of the story- how everyone’s lives, how our own lives, have changed since then. Because I’m still figuring it out myself.

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One Response to Eight Years Later

  1. Nance says:

    Thanks for this memory. I remember at the time it happened hearing a bunch of different theories about how to explain it to children but being the newlywed that I was, I didn't pay much attention to how to explain it all to kids. Now I have a 7 year old and a 5 year old and am slowly trying to figure out what to tell them. I'm surprised at how often it comes up in conversations with them… and we're not even in NY.

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