leaving us without a means
of transportation home.
After a good nights sleep off we
ventured to the Newark Transit
System to navigate our way to
lower Manhattan.
Our day would be visiting the
September 11th Memorial Museum.
This museum is a special place.
So many people lost their lives on
that day in 2001 with loved ones left behind ...forever changed.
The exhibits throughout the
"footprint" of the North and South
Towers told of the strength of those
two buildings.
As we walked
through each area
there was a
calm and respectful atmosphere among the visitors. A quiet settling in.
We found it took some time to fathom the collapse of these pieces of steel and metal.
An exhibit from a foreign photographer who heard and witnessed the event as it was happening, jumping in to help and document the strength and determination of all those who immediately came to offer assistance.
No photos were allowed in the rooms contained within the North and South Tower foundations.
It was a place to feel. The quiet was powerful. Tears.
Jim and I got separated through those inner rooms. Each of us reading, experiencing, feeling our way on our own. As I was getting closer to the end I found myself looking for him not sure if he was ahead or behind me. As I exited Jim was sitting waiting for me - not long - we were minutes apart from each other. As we walked out of the museum we shared our thoughts and walked around the memorial pools outdoors.
Powerful day.
enjoy,
k
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