About a year after 9-11 in New Orleans, I was riding an elevator with an elderly gentleman who was wearing a really nice NYFD cap. He happened to be looking at me just as I was looking at his cap. I'm thinking he may have lost someone on 9-11 and someone in the NYFD had given him the cap. His eyes started filling with tears. That's all it took for me to start crying too. When the elevator reached my floor, we embraced and I got off. I can't describe the emotions the were exchanged in those few, silent moments.
Damm you woman! you've got me crying at work.
And Im not a cryer. ::small sigh::
I know exactly how you felt. I know.
I meet NYFD firefighters almost every week. And the orphaned children, who ask where is Dad or Mom. That really gets me mad.
Too many sad memories.
Sorry to all for being off-topic.
What a remembrance and moment that was!
Thank you for sharing it here.