For the last week I've been watching Rising: Rebuilding Ground Zero. Non-stop.
I've gotten to "know" the people behind the project. I've seen them talk about how much this project means to them, and why they feel personally attached to the tragedy. I get chills when I listen to Daniel Libeskind talk about his vision...his plan. The plan that was chosen.
If you haven't had the chance to see what is being done, please take a minute to watch the video below.
Tomorrow morning I'm boarding a plan for New York City. I'm going because it's Fashion Week. Tomorrow is Fashion's Night Out, and we are going to have a lovely time :) Friday we are going to play in the city, and then Saturday we are going to the Norwalk Oyster Festival. Sunday we are going to the Greenwich Polo Club for a polo match.
Part of me is torn, and wants to visit Ground Zero on Sunday. On September 11th, 10 years after the tragedy. To be there when they open the memorial.
But, part of me doesn't.
Part of me thinks it would be wise to visit another time. On another trip, when family members of the fallen aren't gathering to mourn together. It almost seems as though my presence would be an imposition.
And so, I'm going to watch a polo match. I'm going to drink some cocktails and I'm going to make a toast. To those who are no longer with us, and to those that miss them. And....to those who have done one hell of a job building a memorial that will give so many a place to come. A place to remember. A place to finally find peace.
Until I return...