Los Angeles 6 am September 11, 2001. I was getting ready for school. the early morning news played in the background, a live stream of downtown manhattan showed a building with smoke coming out from the top of it's tower. I go closer to the tv and I hear the reporter shriek as she says "omg! another one is going into the other building!"...and i see the plane go into the second tower. my heart sinks, i now know something is very wrong. living by lax, it was an eerily quiet night, no planes in the sky aside from a few military helicopters hovering above.
New York 8 pm September 11, 2015. i have been living in NYC for almost a year at this point and haven't visited the 9/11 memorial. so i decide today is the day. shortly after i arrive, i realize it was a mistake. i'm surrounded by hundreds of mourners. mourning moms, dads, friends.... loved ones. leaning on one in another to ease the pain. the sadness is overwhelmingly palpable. i stay a short time, not being able to control my emotions. i cross a bridge and as i go down the stairs, at the end of the staircase is a middle aged man holding a picture of a woman sobbing uncontrollably. as a country we will never forget this day, and heart breakingly for thousands this day is devastatingly more painful. remembering where i was on this day 16 years ago today is still vivid in my mind, and after my visit to the memorial 2 years ago today..... i most definitely will never forget.