thank when you would see these posters up around town, hoping beyond hope that their loved ones were hurt somewhere and not a victim.
Thousands and thousands lost, but the ones I really think about are the families who had to go search, hoping along the way and still know in their hearts that nothing would come of it.
St Vincent's on Seventh Avenue between 12th and 13th had preserved their wall of photos. Yellowed and falling apart but you can still see posters from those days that followed of familiy members and friends who were lost.
I know they were searching but we will never forget them.
Each year I watch the reading of the names, I will sit for the 3 hours it takes and look at the pictures because I think we all should. Remind ourselves visually that it wasn't about two buildings but 2,711 indiviudals who were taken from us.
Not sure why I wrote this now but felt I needed to say something and that is exactly why I have this here.
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