I had a small mason jar of WTC "dust" that I saved from the hood of a car on Canal Street about a week or so after 9/11. This morning, I stood in the footprint of the North Tower, 11 years ago, it would have been me walking up from the concourse and taking an elevator to the 78th floor lobby. Today, I released that jar of dust into the North Pool, returning it to the space from which it came.
I'll never forget the fine people I worked with. Sometimes I never think I'll come to terms with what happened, but it's a new day, and time to move forward.
Never forget.
(my photo, December 22, 1999).