9/11

My husband talks about these caffeinated folks who board the train with their coffee and yap, yap. I just walked through the Winter Garden and bought a pumpkin spice latte. Now, I can write. 🙂

(Overhead, “She has a four-sentence plan. It’s, run, Spot, run.” The two women walked on, and I heard no more of the plan.)

Yes, a pumpkin spice latte. Not apple, or chips and salsa, as I read on some statuses. I feel certain that the chips and salsa instead of everything-pumpkin guy would give most anything to be here where I am beside the East River at World Trade Center with an awesome view of Lady Liberty.

A FDNY fire boat and a police boat circle in front of me. Security has the 9/11 Memorial closed off for a service with those who lost loved ones on that day. We remember. I walked from the E train and into the Oculus over the same exit I’d always take to work at the WTC Farmer’s Market back in 2011. I went into the Winter Garden where I’d eat lunch on cold days. I remember.

The weather is gorgeous today just like it was on that 9/11. There’s a generation of people who weren’t born on that 9/11. If I could have looked ahead, I would have been surprised to see myself 23 years later still here. God has been so good to me!

If I am sad, it’s not because it’s 9/11. It’s because my dad died. This evening is Grandpa Night, but Dad won’t be there. Life moves on.

I remember the billowing river of rolling smoke we witnessed from a top floor of Elmhurst Hospital. I realized then that one day (soon) this city would be ashes. (We look) “for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God.”

Berniece

P.s. What are your 9/11 impressions?