Saturday, September 13, 2008

Patriot Day

Our campus didn't forget the people who died seven years ago in the terrorist attacks, the brave men and women who risked and gave up their lives to save strangers, and the families who have lost forever their loved ones. These little flags stood in rows on the green lawns for a far as my eyes could see. There must have been a flag for every person that will never be forgotten.

On that fateful morning of September 11, 2001, I awoke to the tragic news broadcasted across the t.v. and shook my head several times in disbelief (and to wake up from my slumber). I could have sworn I was having nightmares about the World Trade Center being attacked only to wake up to see the live horror (I guess sounds tend to influence your dreams). My grandmother worked downtown at the Hilton, my grandfather at his bagel shop across the Verrazanno bridge connecting to lower Manhattan and my cousin was attending college on Staton Island at the time. Luckily my family was safe but so many others never went home to see their families.
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corrin said...

Wow, I had no idea you had family so close. My sister recently moved to Manhattan, and I have a completely different perspective on that day now that she's so close.

Daly said...

Corrin, I hope your sister likes Manhattan even though the skyline has changed.

It was a scary time and I hope none of us or our families have to experience anything close to this again.