were hit, I ran over to get Mama & wheeled her into the middle of the empty street to see & hear what was going on all around us. We were able to see the flames at the top of the buildings as they burned. She didn't seem that interested, she just wanted to eat pancakes, but the fact was that we were there together! We would make our daily visits to the West Side Highway by the Hudson River to watch the recovery workers head further downtown as we joined the crowds cheering them on.
On the anniversary of this infamous day, I still ask Mama what she remembers about September 11th. Her answers vary, but usually she'll remember the flames, the people in the streets & no cars. It's odd how certain things still remain in her mind, even with Dementia. It brings new meaning to the slogan "Never Forget".