Never Forgotten

It is six years ago today that our lives changed forever. I remember it like it was yesterday, and I'm sure so does everyone else. I remember every detail. I was in seventh grade at the time and I was in gym class. Every few minutes students names were being called on the loud speaker and they were to go down to the office. I was one of the last names to be called and by that time the classes were empty. We all sat there wondering what had happened because no one informed us of the occurrences. Finally I was called and met my grandfather in the lobby and he told me what had happened. I immediately broke into tears because my father is a New York City Fire Department Captain. My mother was at work at the time and I called her to make sure my father was okay. She told me that my father and my Uncle Micheal, his brother, who was also a firefighter, were going to the city to help out. At this time not both of the towers had fallen. My father said he had to go his "brothers" were all down there and he had to help. I did not get a chance to say goodbye and we had no means of contact with him so I was very upset. My mother and I sat the whole day and night just watching the news and the updates of the tragedy. We had no idea where my father or uncle were. As we watched, buildings continued to fall in and around where the towers were. We just watched the news and prayed to God that my dad and uncle were okay. My dad did not come home for another two days. We finally got in contact with him the next morning. He and his brother were okay, they had slept at a nearby firehouse. When my dad called he also told us that he would not be home for a few days because he was involved in the search for victims. Every day for two months my dad was down there involved in search efforts. Stories about what he had to witness have scared me and definitely him. My father has not been the same since that day. While searching he said he would just find random body parts and pieces of clothing, but never a survivor. He lost many of his friends that day and had to attend many funerals. I am one of the lucky ones, as selfish as it sounds. I do not know what I would do if I lost my father that day.



Everyone's life changed that day, regardless of they lost a loved one, a friend, or no one. The country as a whole suffered and suffers still today. Today we relive that pain. We remember everyone, and all we can do is pray for them. They all are heroes in our eyes. They are and we always be greatly missed and never forgotten.