Remembering friends and neighbors lost. Remembering not knowing where my wife was for hours and feeling so relieved when I heard her voice. Remembering wondering if my cousin and other friends made it out. Remembering finally realizing who didn’t. Remembering finding out about those who charged in to help others out, but who never made it out themselves. Remembering my next door neighbor who sat on the front stoop for days waiting for her husband who never did come home. Remembering those jumping from the towers to avoid the flames. I remember the smell of NY. I remember 9/11/01 and I will not forget it. Ever.
John T. Peters 