Remembering Daddy
11 September 2003
”The picture at the top of this page is a sliver taken from a 9/11 camera feed. Its the cloud that rolled through lower Manhatttan when the towers fell. Paper, steel, furniture, plastic, people. The man who took the picture inhaled the dust of the dead. Somewhere lodged in the lung of a New Yorker is an atom that once belonged to a man who went to work two years ago and never came back. His widow dreads today, because people will be coming and calling, and shell have to insist that shes okay. It’s hard but last year was harder. The kids will be sad and distant, but they take their cues from her, and they sense that it’s hard – but that last year was harder. But what really kills her, really really kills her, is knowing that the youngest one doesnt remember daddy at all anymore. And she’s the one who has his eyes.Two years in; the rest of our lives to go.”
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