Jessica Pimentel Instagram – No matter what time I go to bed, I wake up at the same time every year on this day. I don’t want to talk about it but it always pours out anyway. I woke up crying. Like I do every year. The body never forgets. This is not just “a day” for us New Yorkers. It was the rest of our lives. It was the begining of life with a literal and metaphorical hole in our city and a hole in hearts. Praying, wishing, searching, hoping and digging for hours, days, weeks, months, (some for years) for our loved ones, many of whom would never come home. Family, friends, co-workers, acquaintances, even people we didn’t even like that much became the only focus And we had to put all our differences aside to find them. That beautiful beautiful sunrise that I somehow managed to catch that morning. That first phone call filled with panic and fear after the first plane. The smell. The smoke. The sweaty, stunned looks on the sooted faces of those who were able to walk away. The fighter planes sweeping back and forth rattling the windows for days. The twinkling of all the glass shards hanging in the sky reflecting that bright clear blue sky as the buildings collapsed. The screams of the lady in front of me when the buildings collapsed realizing she’d never see her son again. The sound the phones would blare out then we tried to make a call to friends and family to see if they were okay. To tell them we were still alive. And the neverending grief that would trail behind us for the rest of our lives.
I am happy there are some clouds out today.
Clear blue skies still hurt.
They say “Never Forget”.
As if we ever could. | Posted on 11/Sep/2024 17:14:17
