I know I promised that I would tell you the story of the frat boys graduation day, but I thought the memory of today was more important. I had the honor of viewing a piece of the Twin Towers. A chill ran across my skin as we approached the tall spiral of twisted metal silhouetted against the sky. It was a somber moment as pictures of the burning towers replayed through my memory like a film on a reel. I could see the plane rip through the metal, smoke and fire billowing out. I can remember the fear I felt as the news reported that the Pentagon was also hit and not knowing if Sonny had to go there that day.
People milled around the memorial and some dressed in black sat on the stone seats looking as though they were made of stone themselves. I can only imagine how difficult this day is for those who lost loved ones. I am sure that the wounds never heal, but only scab over.
There is a large marble tablet chiseled with the names of those who lost their lives that day. Clarissa pointed out the name Micheal Crawley. He was the father of a friend who was working in an office in one of the towers when the planes hit. We may not have personally lost someone, but it still touches us all.
There are many memorials with twisted pieces of metal. This one is located in Beaver Creek, Ohio. September 11, 2001, a day that changed not only the United States, but the whole world.