In honor of those who gave their lives on September 11th, I am remembering my recent trip to the 9/11 Memorial in New York.
Y’all I went to New York on this whirlwind trip back in June and, let me tell ya, New York is…I mean…come on…it’s really just… so…awesome. Really. The nightlife and the sustained “aliveness” there is unmatched by anywhere else I’ve been.
Our itinerary included a few hours at the 9/11 Memorial and Museum which was a sobering break from the rest of the trip- that consisted of nightlife, walking for blocks and blocks to find “the place for cocktails”, an afternoon at a Sunday beer garden, and seeing the skyline at night from the Brooklyn Bridge.
But taking time to visit Ground Zero was such a necessary part of the trip. The Museum was respectful and raw and experiential and honorable and more. Thank you to all of the planners, designers and builders as well as to all of the staff and volunteers at the Museum for an incredible invitation to understand more fully.
And then outside on the plaza, silence engulfs you as you walk up to each of the two enormous waterfalls/reflecting pools known as the 9/11 Memorial.
Sometimes silence is the best way to honor the depth of an experience, y’all.
I can think of other moments in my life where silence was the best, most appropriate response; but this experience was greater than those.
I stood at the Memorial, engulfed in silence and in awe of humanity’s ability to be called into action in great waves.
The 9/11 Memorial and Museum is evidence of a great wave of human strength, response, and compassion.
And I am humbled and honored to have had the opportunity to visit such a testament to our humanity.