Let the sky fall down. Let the leaves turn brown. But you know you can never make me love you more

[brak666]

So, this is the first time I've been to New York City since the World Trade Center was destroyed. My grandfather asked me if I was going to see the site. He actually called it "the big hole" which is so grandpa. And I'm glad he didn't call it ground zero. I hate that term. Anyway. I didn't go. I'm not sure why, but it's just something I have no desire to see. I think it's because whenever I see the New York skyline, I feel the loss so profoundly. I don't need to go where they stood to see that they're gone. In my mind, in my memories they were always something I saw from afar. That's the way they existed to me. In my head I know they were there. They stood on the ground, in the city, but in my mind they're across the water as we drive over the turnpike bridge toward Bayonne. And that's the place where I will always feel the most effected by the attack. That's the place where they were most real to me. It's not the big hole in the ground that bothers me, it's the big hole in the sky.