Sun. Sep 11, 2011
Ten Years On
Ten years ago, I woke up without a care in the world, and nothing to fear.
Ten years ago, I rarely got hassled for taking photos of public places and government buildings.
Ten years ago, I would not hesitate to plan a trip by plane. I haven’t flown once in the past ten years. Not out of fear of hijacking, but due to fear of and distaste for the TSA.
Ten years ago, I had no wife.
Ten years ago, I had no granddaughter, and no niece.
In the past ten years, I’ve gained some of the things that 2,977 people and their familes lost that day. On this day, those are the only ones who matter: the people who are no longer here among their loved ones. The rest of us have had the chance to get on with our lives, and gain the things so many lost that day.
As Alexis Kreimer, a bride who chose this Sunday as her wedding day said, “We remember the lives that were lost, but you have to keep living your life…”
Nine years ago, I wrote “I’m OK, I’m with the firemen,” the story of just one of those lost, photographer Bill Biggart, who was killed on 9/11.