Never Forget

Last month while I was in New York, I made certain to visit the 9/11 Memorial.  There was a very special name that I needed to visit.  I waited in the never-ending line, went through the mob scene that was security, and managed find a map.  When I asked a security officer to help me find the panel I was looking for, he pointed me to a distant corner of the North Pool, far from the hustle and bustle of the main entrance.  I immediately thought how fitting that was.  As I reached the panel I was looking for, it became quiet.  Serene.  I stood there for what felt like forever, running my fingers over the name.  It was carved in stone; so final.  I felt the tears well up in my eyes.Today I remember Mrs. Angell and all those who perished that fateful Tuesday morning.