Friday, September 11, 2009

Nine Eleven

My baby brother was there. Late to work because he stopped to vote. He saw people holding hands and jumping from fifty floors up. It took eight hours for him to get a phone call to us that he was alive.

Eighteen months later he went with me to ground zero. The first and last time he was there after 911. It haunts him still.


Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Oh my. What a searing memory for him to have and for you to hold.

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I'm thankful he was one of the lucky ones--though I'm sure he'll always feel a bit haunted by survivor's guilt.