My wife’s father was killed on 9/11. We usually go to the memorial on the anniversary. Its incredibly, incredibly somber. The reading of the names, the bells ring and time stops. Everything goes silent, and people are crying everywhere you look. I didn’t know her dad, but it’s the most difficult thing in the world for me every year. I truly can’t imagine what she and other family members feel. I have empathy, but this is different. I can’t describe the way you feel pain hanging in the air, but it’s almost as though it’s being hugged away by the other families who lost theirs. You feel it, but it’s insulated in a way.
My wife’s father was killed on 9/11. We usually go to the memorial on the anniversary. Its incredibly, incredibly somber. The reading of the names, the bells ring and time stops. Everything goes silent, and people are crying everywhere you look. I didn’t know her dad, but it’s the most difficult thing in the world for me every year. I truly can’t imagine what she and other family members feel. I have empathy, but this is different. I can’t describe the way you feel pain hanging in the air, but it’s almost as though it’s being hugged away by the other families who lost theirs. You feel it, but it’s insulated in a way.