I really do not want to talk about that morning. I am not ready yet.(It’s 9/11/15 and I am STILL not ready to speak completely about it. I still do not understand why innocent people left for work that morning and never came home.
I lived in Monmouth County, NJ at the time (where I was born, raised and had returned back to) where the majority of people who lived in the surrounding towns commuted to Manhattan to work daily. My Dad did for almost 40 years. It is a way of life in Monmouth County. You work in NYC, have a lovely home down at the Jersey Shore and you raise your children in an atmosphere of comfort and for the most part, civility (of course there are the tourists in the summer, but we will be charitable).
You never think that one day you will get on the North Jersey Coast line train of NJ Transit with hundreds and hundreds of fellow commuters will never return home to that idyllic setting. Living there in Monmouth County on that fateful day is still way too painful to talk about. Yes fourteen years later, I am not ready. One September 11th I will be ready and I hope you are still reading this blog so you can get a true sense of what that day was like in a community which lost hundreds of souls.
Al I can do right now is pray. Pray for those souls, those left behind and that we do not forget that day.
Unfortunately it seems we have…
God love you,