This is a flag I painted to hang in our window in the days after September 11, 2001
The last song that played at our wedding on 9/8/01 was NY, NY. As “Old Blue Eyes” sung us out, we sang along, danced, and kicked like the Radio City Rockettes.
For a decade we have “shared” our wedding anniversary with 9/11. It wasn’t the exact day but each year our celebratory wedding anniversary feelings are sobered by the reality of what happened on that awful morning.
KF and I were scheduled to leave for our honeymoon that day. It was the clearest blue September sky day. A car was coming at noon to bring us to the airport- so I flipped on the TV hoping to catch an episode of Martha before we left. The news was already reporting the first plane that had hit and everyone suspecting it was a small freak accident. That is until on live TV, we witnessed another plane fly directly into the other tower. I think I screamed. We watched the news some more then jumped up to head to the park down the street to view it first hand. We live in Weehawken, NJ in the heights section which overlooks part of Hoboken, and has a direct view of the NYC skyline.
When we opened our front door fighter planes were flying over- so low and so loud that we ducked. We walked to the park on Gregory Ave and stood with many of our Weehawken neighbors who cried and watched in horror. How could this happen? Who could hate us this much? Those poor people who did nothing other than, go to work that morning, or get on a plane to fly home.
We came back to the apt to an answering machine full of messages from our friends and family trying to locate us. By now, everyone knew it was terrorism and that our own planes were being used in these attacks and they were worried we were on one of them. After calling everyone back, KF began the calls to cancel our trip. The people in the Italian hotels we were headed to were so kind. As they offered condolences for NY and our country, our trip was cancelled and we were fully refunded. We did not think twice about canceling- we were so devastated for NYC and all it’s families. It’s a city we have loved since birth.
The days that followed were a blur. I painted the above flag and hung it in our window. We attended neighborhood vigils we watched the news endlessly. I volunteered at a Red Cross tent for two nights at ground zero. When did I go back to work? How did we get back to normal? I don’t remember the specifics of that happening.
By some miracle no one we knew directly was hurt but we still cried for the lost. Still today I could think of that day and cry immediately, I woke up this morning and am crying as I type.
Today my friends and I are working on a care package project for the troops. It’s a small way of giving back to the brave soldiers who protect us from the bad guys.
Tonight KF, Spot, Hope and I will go up to our roof and look at the lights- the Trade Center lights that beam into the skyline where the buildings once stood. They are not unlike beacon lights calling to lost superheroes. This day will always be dedicated to them… Not only the brave and courageous policemen and women, firemen and other first responders, but also the people who were sitting at their desks working or on the very top floors getting the restaurant ready for the lunch crowd at Windows on the World, the people at their desks at the Pentagon, and all the people on those planes.
How could we ever forget? We never will.
I love you NY. xoxo Dani