I remember finally coming back to the Island about 3 days after 9/11 and driving over the Throgs Neck bridge and looking out onto a city that I hold true to my heart. It was full of smoke, it reminded me of a war torn city. Traffic of course was bumper to bumper and we all just sat there and stared, could this have really happened? I am glad to say that the city I love still thrives, but I am also glad to say that it never ever forgets. And when I am on the train on my way into work and I catch a glimpse of the city skyline from the window, I cant help but feel a little empty not seeing those two towers standing up against all of the other buildings that make Manhattan one of the most amazing places in the world to me at least. All of those lost, all of those who struggle everyday with the memories of such a tragic day, you are in my thoughts today as well as everyday as I look onto the NYC skyline and remember.
