I can still see his silhouette walking out our front door, and hear the screen door shutter behind him.
I often imagine seeing it through his eyes, what he must have been feeling, thinking.
Around 2005, the FDNY released many of the dispatch calls from Sept. 11. I listened in entirety for my dad’s voice, but never found it.
My dad perished into the very foundation of this island. So here he rests, in my city and my heart.
I think we all feel that way, directly or indirectly affected. What would life have been like for us without a Sept. 11?