I've been in a meloncholy mood for the week because of this. I can't get the images of people jumping to their deaths out of my mind. How horrific it must have been inside the building when jumping is a better option.
I really liked the memorial they did with the two spotlights where the towers used to be (see my current avatar). It was a beautiful tribute of rememberance.
Go to Google and do a search using September 11 Tribute. You get a whole slew of beautiful pieces/slideshows set to music. Most spent quite a bit of time producing them.
I saw on TV this morning that a woman from NY idea was chosen for the 9/11 memorial site. It's going to be on the site of where the towers stood. It will be a park and there will be items scattered throughout with the victims names engraved (like park benches, sculptures, etc). There is a memorial of some type being unveiled in PA today too. And a blackened stone remains at the Pentagon, with the date inscribed on it to memorialize those who died.
I'm grateful that none of my family/friends/aquaintances were injured or killed that day. Very grateful. My heart is heavy for those who will never see their father, mother, brother, sister, son, daughter, husband, or wife (in some cases both). I feel for the companion animals that went through the ordeal as well.
There were two things in the recovery efforts directly following the attacks that struck me. Watching the search and rescue dogs go through the grueling work that they did (go to Google and do a search on 9/11 rescue dogs). They are the forgotten hero's in my opinion. The other thing that sticks in my mind is a professional trumpeter that was truly at a loss for how to express what he was feeling. He went to the recovery site one night, trumpet in hand, and was allowed to go down into the pit. There he stood, while all the heavy equiptment was rolling and workers were working, just him and his trumpet off to the side and out of the way. Without saying a word, he started playing Taps. All working stopped and it was complete silence. The trumpet glistened from the search lights and illuminated him as if he was an angel. You could have heard a pin drop while he played. It gave me goose bumps and brought tears to my eyes all at the same time. It was one of the most beautiful gifts I had every witnessed someone give. I don't know how the guy did it without loosing it. It was absolutely the finest piece of music I've hear in a long time.
Please keep the families who've lost a loved one in your thoughts today and wish them strength to endure and preservere.