Journeys of the Questress - WTC
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 2
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


A Mile of Tears - con't

I cried, and cried as I walked down that street to the barricade on Broadway. I thanked my sunglasses for hiding my tears, until I reached the barricade and saw other people standing there like zombies. Then I realized they were not looking at the scene like tourists, but as me, shocked and horrified some also crying. I then remembered my camera, and shot a few pictures. The fatigue clad soldier, stopped no one from taking pictures. He just gently kept saying  "Please keep moving".

And that's what we did. We wound our way along Broadway, past another cross street that afforded a view down into 'The Pile'. I looked up and saw one of the neighboring buildings draped in a black netting. The 30+ story building didn't look damaged and it seemed this was to ensure it's facade would remain protected. As I clicked another picture, the view through my lens made me think of the building clothed in a shroud, crying for it's fallen brethren.

What I found amazing was that the crowd behaved more like a procession than a crowd. There was no shoving, no impatience, no anger or laughter. People 3, 4 deep, just kept walking the barricade. Some paused longer than others to pray, to cry, to leave a flower at one of the many memorial pictures pasted to light poles and tarps and boards along the barricade. One man lit a candle. I continued to cry as I took my photos of The Pile. Even tourists were reserved. Staring, the only words were "is that where they stood?" meaning the Twin Towers. 

At Rector Street, we hit the southern perimeter of the barricade. It was there that another haunting image reared it's head. The newscasters have all shown us the remaining piece of the South Tower's facade. It has now also appeared in numerous magazines and has almost become the 'logo' for this whole tragedy. However, the view I had from the south was slightly different from that stock photo. What I saw was an open lattice work that echoed the lines of the architecture of a great cathedral. High arches, all in a row, where stained glass windows would be contained. It was an awe inspiring sight!

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Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 3