Letters to Tuvia Y2#8 : 9/11/16 (15 years)

Morning T,

The weather on this 9/11 15th anniversary Sunday has taken a wild turn. A wind is blowing my chimes, blowing through my apartment, calling us to attention as the names are read and I take a moment to read the Billy Collins poem I used to share with kids in my classrooms and teachers at HVWP workshops.


And now the sun is out with the wild breeze and I still sink into the couch, trying to remember us on that 9/11 after a full day of reacting to the news in real time with my students, the one new 8th grader who lost his dad as he was sitting in my English class.  I remember that morning…

I remember our first visit the Towers, just weeks after 9/11.  We traveled up and down deserted city streets opened and the flimsily  barred until we found a spot and just parked.  We got out of the car and walked, walked with others, walked past shops with large posters, with photos of the lost, letters on all walls and gates. As we walked the crowds walking with us grew larger. We walked as far as we could, we were could see the hole through flimsy boards. Everyone around us stopped in silence.

We stood together holding each other tight, close.  I sobbed.  You remembered other moments of sadness in your life.

15 years later I’m on my couch, sinking in…


Missing you here on the couch holding me…

Love to you,

Bonnie S.


5 thoughts

  1. Fifteen years have passed, but the sorrow for those who lost loved ones and friends still remains. Fifteen years ago, our son, Timothy, celebrated his third birthday. It was hard to be happy when many questions pondered our hearts. (Fifteen years later, Tim turned 18. sigh) Thanks for sharing your visual memory with us.

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