I wondered how I would react, how it would make me feel, or if I would feel anything while standing there.
I wanted to dedicate an entire post to my visit there.
Because it is important.
And because I will never, ever forget.
I felt like the rain looked like teardrops.
No one talks about the smallest victims.
We saw roses here and there on names.
It wasn’t until we left 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 the 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.