NYC skyline as seen from the Brooklyn Bridge
We finally had a cool morning here in NY today and I headed down to the walk trail. My favorite season is just around the corner. I am still crying over my pup and felt the pain as my feet touched the path. I hadn't been down there in a few weeks. I missed having him trot beside me. As I listened to the first crunch of a leaf under my shoe I thought about how no matter what happens in our lives somehow life moves on with or without us.
Every year on this day I think about that moment, the one none of us will ever forget. I am a NY'er and live less than an hour from the city. That morning I was laying on the couch in pain, feeling sorry for myself that I had just had cancer surgery. As I watched the horror unfold on television I felt stupid for feeling such self pity. I realized how grateful I was for my own life. I remember feeling scared as we waited to hear from my brother who was only 40 blocks from the scene. Then I felt such relief knowing he was ok. Loved ones were all that mattered. Having just suffered the loss of my pup and on days like today I am reminded of how precious life is.
I captured this shot of the skyline a couple of years ago when my husband and I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge for the first time. Although the skyline will never be the same what is left is a reminder of the resiliency of NYC and all who survived. . .