My mind was numb for days, not because of my illness, but because of the unspeakable horror that was thrust upon us. As my mind began to clear days later, as I began to accept that the New York skyline and the world had changed forever, One thought came to me. Twenty some odd years ago I met Bonnie and we climbed on top of English hall at Upsalla College in West Orange New Jersey. We talked all night and as the sun came up over the world trade center Bonnie took a picture of it. Several years ago they tore down English hall and I was sad. A part of my history, a part of my life was gone. Now the world trade center, which was there at the birth of my life with Bonnie is gone. I have taken many pictures of the WTC over the years and they always stood as a symbol of my love for Bonnie. My love for her still remains of course yet something irreplaceable is gone forever. The destruction of the twin towers is almost as unimaginable as the loss of my twins. What world will they grow up in, what horrors will they see? The world will go on and the USA will grow stronger from this, but I mourn for my memmories and the countless miseries inflicted on us.
Why does it take things of this magnitude to bring our country together, to forget our differences and bring out the best in all of us?