On the Sunday morning, we visited Ground Zero before
The note below was just one of many covering the fence surrounding the church near Ground Zero. But I took a picture of it because of what was hand-written next to the "Missing in Action". I don't know what would have been worse during the days, weeks, months following the attacks...not knowing the whereabouts of a loved one, or finally at last receiving the news that somehow they'd been identified among the rubble.
The entire experience of visiting Ground Zero was incredibly sobering.
We even saw one woman kneeling on the ground, overcome with her grief.
I had to fight the urge to kneel next to her and wrap my arms around her.
I wanted to know...was she a "tourist" like myself, or were her wounds much deeper?
Did she lose her husband, a sister, a friend at Ground Zero?
I wasn't a big fan of the Empire State building.
I went to it so I could say I did (and to pay homage to "Sleepless in Seattle"),
but our visit there was brief. Blame it on a little thing called acrophobia.
Here we are in Central Park.
I loved New York and would love to go back someday!
It's definitely one of a kind as I've never seen anything like it.
(If you love New York, too, click on some of the New York blogs
and links I've got in the sidebar.
My favorite is A NY-Odyssey.)