I can't believe seven years have passed since the tragedy of 9/11. I went to Church this morning and at the exact time the first plane hit the Tower 1, the bells started chiming for 5 minutes. It brought back so many memories. Living in a suburb right outside NY City, I can't tell you how much it affected us. Many of those whose lives were lost when the Towers collasped lived in this area. So every year it is a feeling that sits within you, almost like the day Kennedy was shot. You just never can forget that exact moment when you first heard those words - The World Trade Towers have been struck by a plane. I had just gotten to work, and as we all stood mesmerized by the TV, and minutes later when the second plane hit Tower 2 the shock and realization that this was a terrorist attack brought us all back to reality.
That afternoon I went with my friend Paul to sit quietly by the water, where we watched the smoke rising higher and higher in the sky from all the destruction. Neither one of us could even speak, we just sat in silence with our own thoughts gazing across the waters.
It was a few days before anyone could get into the city, as it was in lockdown; especially near Ground Zero. The moment when my friends and I did get down to see where the Twin Towers had once stood, it was a moment forever etched within me.
The quilt square above is my dedication to September 11, 2001.