Seven Years Later

I hadn’t been to New York since 9/11. I wasn’t prepared for my reaction to the emptiness where the Twin Towers used to rise hundreds of feet into the air.

There was no visible sign of what had happened 7 years ago next week -- no twisted metal, no pile of broken concrete, no blackened remains, no ash.

Instead there was just a large construction site with a promised completion date of 2012, a museum, and a vantage point for those of us who had come to pay tribute.

We watched as vibrant life teamed all around the disaster site. The bright green trees of nearby parks didn’t reveal the horror they had witnessed.

But there was the strange sensation of thousands of souls which had been prematurely suspended on that fateful day in September as the world watched in utter helplessness.