Tue. Sep 11, 2012
11 Years On
Today is for the families of the nearly 3,000 people killed on Sept. 11, 2001. To this day, half of these families never received even a shred of remains of their loved one. Comparatively, the rest of us mean nothing today.
Ten years ago I wrote about just on of those lost, photographer Bill Biggart: ‘I’m OK, I’m with the firemen’: In Memory of Bill Biggart.
“The photographer was Bill Biggart, who was killed at the age of 54 when the North Tower collapsed. This long convoluted essay is meant to honor him, and to tell how his story powerfully affected me, in detail. Because only by telling it in detail can I get out the demon: that he made choices that I would have made had I been in his place, he did things I would have done because they seemed the safe thing to do. And he died, doing what he had to do, as I know I would have died.”