Journeys of the Questress - WTC
Sept 12 - September Holds Great Promise
The Way it Was - 1
The Way it Was - 2
Sept 19 - When Tomorrow Never Comes
Sept 27 - Oral Interpretation
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 1
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 2
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 3
Oct 11 - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Oct 28 - Each Day I Search the Rubble
Nov 12 - When Spires Fall
Nov 19 - 911 The Rape of America
Dec 14 - Just A Thought
Dec 18 - A Sense of Place
Feb 2 - Final Pass to the End Zone
March 3 - Sitting on the Edge
March 14- Do You Still Remember
March 20 - Virtual Walk-Through
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 1
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 2
April 1 - Towers of Light
May 14 - View From Above
May 30 - Tunnel At the End of the Light
May 31 - Seventeen Hundred
Aug 9 - From the Margins Erased
Aug 30 - The Train Doesn't Stop There Anymore
Sept 9 - Ceremonies of Light and Dark
Sept 10 - Just An Anniversary
Sept 12 - September Holds Great Promise
Literary Reflections
Rebirth and Resurrection
The Winter Garden Springs To Life
The Winter Garden Springs To Life - con't
Underpass to the Past
Rebuilding Ground Zero
Under Hallowed Ground
What Will Fill the Void?
I Submit a Design
Footprints in the Dust
My Memorial Design Submission
My Memorial Design - Drawings
New Path Train Station
Path Station Tour
May We Never Forget
That Which Surives
War Without End
4th Anniversary
Footprints in the Dust
I Miss 9/11
Time Comes Between Us
A Thousand Cranes
Fear Factor
Love Letters On The Wall
Empty Chairs
Sitting on the Edge of Forever
Walking the Perimeter of Emptiness
A Counting of Days
For Friends Absent But Not Forgotten
The Memory Keeper's Promise
Unbreak My Heart
Standing On The Edge Of Forever
Both Sides Now
A Memory In Time
The Gravity of Loss
The Survivors Rise Up
Flowers Will Bloom
The Fire Within Us
The Sentinel
Stronger Than The Storm
Between the Candle and the Stars
A Journey Through Remembrance
Canticle of Remembrance
Beyond the Crucible of Chaos
Journey Through Remembrance project
What See We Now
Forever In Our Hearts
Keeping the Flame Alive
The Rebuilding of Ground Zero continues
Does Anyone Care Anymore?
Where Is Our Story Teller of Pain
At Memory's Edge
Dust Thou Art and to Dust Thou Shalt Return
Heroes Never Die
The Flame Inside Our Hearts
The Year of the Heroes of 9/11
Déjà Vu
Remembering 9/11 in the year of COVID-19
Coronavirus Decimates Ailing Sept. 11 Responders
Touching From a Distance
That Which Survives 20 years later
2021 - 20 years later
Memories of Terror Return
Putin's Name Covered Over On Teardrop Memorial
The 9/11 Tribute Museum Closes
When Memories Fade Away
St. Nicholas at Ground Z is rebuilt
The Blue Wall of the Unidentified Victims
When Time Calls Your Name
When Art Gets It All Wrong


September Holds Great Promise

The History channel coined it the "9/11 Year". It's over and all I feel is an overwhelming sadness. Sadness at the changed skyline, sadness for that huge hole in the ground, but mostly sadness for all the people who's loved ones were never recovered.
But I've finally come to terms with the fact that the Towers are gone. Really gone. Seeing the Pit on TV and all the mourners placing their flowers and photos and mementos into that circle, hit that fact home. Watching the President go around the circle, comforting, touching, embracing those mourners gave me flashbacks to when he appeared there when it was "the Pile". However, now, in real-time, on my TV screen, I could see the very bottom of where the Towers stood. A naked, dust swirling, open wound in the ground. The Towers are really gone.
And so I have moved on. I will cherish my pictures of the Towers when they were in their glory. I may still shed a tear when I see the horrific images of them burning and becoming a heap of rubble. But the virtual walkthroughs of the World Trade Center, that had kept me awake so many nights, are over. I no longer pray for the dead. I pray for those who survived and ask God to grant them peace.
For a year anytime I watched a movie wherein the Towers appeared I'd be jolted out of the fantasy world of that movie and just sat there gasping. Tonight I watched a movie and the Towers appeared. I just felt a sadness that these two stately creations, creations that had defined NYC enough to become almost like movie stars themselves, were now ghosts. And then I proceeded to enjoy the rest of the movie.
For a large part of my life, September was a month of beginnings. As a child, it was school, and as an adult, for many years, I worked in a University environment, so the work year also started with this month. Now the Nation will always mark a year from the time the terrorists struck. We got through the first year, we'll get through the next one too. There is so much good and beautiful and joyful to this life. We can't live it forever in the darkness of grief, fear, or despair. At 18, so many years ago, I wrote in my journal right before I left for college "September holds great promise". It was true then and I believe, it is true now.

c 2002 Leona M Seufert