Under a Clear Blue Sky
It takes nearly four hours to read all the names one by one. Four hours in the bright sunlight, under a clear blue sky, as they are said in alphabetical order. Nearly 3,000 names — from Gordon Aamoth to Igor Zukelman — recited by voices that are firm with determination, shaking with fury, breaking into sobs.
As the hours pass, the mourners make their way down the long, long ramp into the pit. They carry objects that symbolize those they lost: a photograph, a poem, a teddy bear, a sweatshirt, a mass card, a baseball pennant, a toy car.
When they reach the bottom they gravitate to two shallow pools, temporarily erected with two-by-four planks, in the footprints of the missing towers. There, even those who have no graves to visit can drop flowers into the water, write messages on the raw wooden planks, pray, cry, salute, embrace and remember.
You're a grandfather now, Dad.
I hope you made it into heaven
Dear Aunt Margaret
For all the souls of the 78th floor
Hope you're listening to a little James Taylor
God Bless U All
PS The Mets are winning
In 1st place
I never forgot
Rest in peace Mommy
Grandpa, you are our hero!
Golden angel
General Lee
Blue rosary
Wish you could play with us
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