I wondered how I would react, how it would make me feel, if I would feel anything while standing there.
I wanted to dedicate an entire post to my visit there.
Because it is important.
And I will never, ever forget.
I felt like the rain looked like tear drops.
No one talks about the smallest victims.
We saw roses here and there on names.
It wasn’t until we were leaving that we found out it was to signify that person’s birthday.
I literally broke down crying.
This land was the site of such a horrific act.
Yet look at the beauty.
It was such a hallowed place, you could feel an energy here.
That little church didn’t budge when the towers fell to the ground.
It was an amazing, gut wrenching and beautiful experience being able to walk here and read/touch the names.
If you ever get to NYC, you need to visit.
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