It’s my birthday today and I’m turning (gasp) 50. That’s right. I was born fifty years ago today on 9/11/1963. 9/11. It’s a sad day for our country, one that requires reflection. Since I’d rather not dwell on the fact that I’m turning 50 today, I thought I would share pictures from my recent trip to New York City, or rather, more specifically, my recent trip to the 9/11 memorial. The memorial is still under construction and the museum is yet to be opened, yet still a no-miss destination for every American.
I was expecting a solemn atmosphere at ground zero, maybe even a bit depressing. Not so. As I wandered around the almost-complete memorial, I felt a sense of pride for how our country has decided to honor the men and women we lost that day. There were a lot of ways they could have made the memorial. What struck me as especially brilliant was how the people in charge didn’t build the new tower over the original, but instead turned what we used to call Ground Zero into the actual memorial.
Where the towers used to be now sit two reflecting pools/waterfalls. The water is in constant motion, the sound reminiscent of Niagra Falls, an ongoing reminder that though we lost precious souls that day their memory will live on forever.
The monuments are massive, by the way. The name of every person lost in and around the towers, on the planes themselves and at the Pentagon are etched into the railings along the two towers.
Because of the nature and history of this particular memorial the area is guarded by some of New York’s Finest. My friend and I made sure to get our pictures with some of them. The guy to my left was actually born and bred in Boston, a source of great ribbing from the other officers. This southern girl loved his accent. I kept asking him to say “car.”
Finally, a shot of the new tower. It’s still under construction. Nevertheless…it’s AMAZING!!! And deserves to be the largest picture here.
It’s been twelve years since 9/11/2001, a day no American alive at the time will forget. If you haven’t been to the memorial, set a date. It’s well worth the trip.