An impromptu memorial in New York City’s Union Square Park
days after the 9/11 attacks.
Photo by Maria Adcock.
With the 10th anniversary of 9/11 upon us, I humbly pondered if I would be holding my daughter today had fate assigned a crueler outcome.
My husband and I met in 2004 in New York City. One day we discussed the topic that inevitably arises between two people who lived in New York on that fateful day, “Where were you on 9/11?”
I informed him how I heard the news of the burning towers while in my Midtown Manhattan office, 4 miles north of Ground Zero. “What about you?” I inquired.
He paused and calmly stated, “I was scheduled to attend a seminar at the World Trade Center that morning.”
Shock. I had no idea.
He continued, “The seminar was moved to Midtown at the last minute.”
At the time, my husband never questioned a seemingly insignificant location change. The Windows on the World restaurant conference center, located in the north tower on the 107th floor, hosted the seminar. No one from the restaurant survived the attack.
Fate is not always kind. On 9/11, it cruelly took my friend’s husband. He took the day off from work, but ended up going into the office at the last minute.
Fate played unfairly with my pregnant friend’s mother-in-law who worked in the towers. The baby arrived two months later with grandma’s airplane tickets left unused.
No matter if we believe in fate, the events on 9/11 require us to contemplate our lives. The small things argued about with our families appear petty in the timeline of life. We must embrace appreciation and gratefulness…and hope.
To this day, my husband does not know why the seminar moved from the World Trade Center. Looking into our daughter’s wide brown eyes, he no longer seeks an answer.
|Families posted missing posters to a subway railing in Union Square Park.
Photo by Maria Adcock