Remembering the City

>> Friday, September 11, 2009

It is raining today, and I can't help but think it's fitting, given the mood we all feel each year on this day. But I don't feel it perhaps the way I should. Most of my 9/11 sadness is selfish.

I didn't lose anyone close to me on that day, or in the following days, and I thank God that my father, a Port Authority police officer, had come home from work that morning and wasn't in the City when it came crashing down around everyone. Despite his long hours over the next year, and the lasting effects on his lungs and psyche, he made it out safely. I know how blessed my family is, and my heart goes out to those who weren't as lucky.

But I've always felt that the City was part of life that my father had given me. We had a backstage pass to the action -- cop car rides from Weehawken through the Lincoln Tunnel and to the front door of our destination. I sat in the back of that car each time with my face pressed up against the window, in awe of my proximity to all that magic.

The City isn't the same now, and neither am I. In September 2001, I was just beginning my sophomore year of college as far away from that City as New Jersey would allow, and I'm still stuck in this place. Most of the people I've encountered here have little appreciation for the City I love, and Philadelphia is the third-rate replacement they offer me. As much as I thank God that I wasn't personally affected by that September day eight years ago, I'm still bitter that I'm not there. As close as I felt to New York after that day, why am I still so far away?

Today, I am sad that my son will never see the most beautiful skyline as it once was. That he will never peer down from the observation deck of the public Tower -- or from the other Tower, the one with the antenna, where my father brought me when I was young. I'm sad that he'll never know the New York I have -- the magical place less than a half-hour from home. Because it's a lot more than a half-hour from his home. I want to be sure I can still give him that experience.





















Photo of Ground Zero, taken on a day in New York, 08/11/07.

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Steph and Bill

We officially met at Rowan University, in Bozorth Hall, in publication layout class in January 2003: Bill was a student, I was the professor’s helper. He kept pretending he didn’t know how to make bulleted lists, but I knew he just wanted me to keep running over to his computer.


We basically moved in together and started dating at the same time, and spent a couple of years hanging out and dreaming about the future and driving up and down the NJ Turnpike from our parents houses to “our” apartment in Glassboro, until we both moved back home after graduation from grad school. Where the pressure to get married already really started.


On June 17, 2005, I suggested we go into the city to see the Empire State Building, because it was something neither of us had ever done. On the walk from the train, I put on my left hand a ring he had given me for Christmas — I said I didn’t need a ring to know we were going to get married, and anytime he got around to it was fine. Whatever. Typical Steph-fighting-words.


When we got to the Empire State Building, I tried to go inside, but he kept me outside, saying how big the building was. I said, yeah, that’s great, let’s go inside, and started to walk toward the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to kiss and hug me, and said, Take that ring off that hand. If you’re going to have a ring on that hand, it has to be the right one. And he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a box and got down on his knee on the New York concrete and proposed. People coming out of the building stopped to watch. I cried.


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Miss Maeberry

Miss Maeberry came into our lives on March 24, 2007. She was born Jan. 11 of that year in the Poconos, and we rescued her as soon as we could. (Not really, but, well, we were glad to bring her home from the breeders’.) She was a tiny, scared, little bundle of fur … and then she grew up. Aside from the plethora of health issues she has, she’s a bit crazy. But we love her anyway.


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Xavier Shea

The love of all of our lives, and the main subject of this blog. Xavier came into our lives on Aug. 1, 2009, and quickly shot up both on the growth charts and in our hearts.


Let’s not waste anymore time here and just get to it, shall we?

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