Remembering 9-11

Remembering 9/11 Remembering The World Trade Center

It was June 2001 and I was the proud mother of a soon-to-be Vassar College graduate. My mother and I flew from Los Angeles where I live to New York to attend the graduation and to visit old friends in the city of my birth. The car I rented was waiting at Kennedy Airport when we arrived. Mom couldn’t wait to see her childhood friend who was living in Harlem. We planned to stop there before heading to Vassar in Poughkeepsie, New York just an hour and a half north of New York City.

We arrived at his small apartment in a tenement in Harlem. Sidney was frailer than I’d remembered — but his smile and laugh were the same. He greeted us warmly, offering soft drinks. We declined. The surroundings were clean and orderly but somewhat bare. It had been 30 years since my mother moved us away from New York. I’d returned to visit many times since then, each time acutely aware that my life was on a different trajectory than it would have been had I stayed in Queens or the Bronx where I was born.

Mom and I were celebrating the graduation of my daughter who also planned to go to law school in the fall and had already been accepted at Georgetown Law and was wait listed at Harvard Law. I was on cloud nine. But I didn’t talk much. This was my mom’s time to visit. So she and Sidney caught up as I sat and listened. As I listened, I felt myself feeling at home again in Harlem, and in these surroundings.

After Mom told Sidney about her grands, Sid told us of his grandson who was a rising star. His 26-year-old grandson Darryl had a bachelors degree in political science and a masters degree in education. But this young man had suddenly shifted gears and decided to pursue a career in finance. Sid went on, beaming with pride as he spoke. His grandson had landed a job at Cantor Fitzgerald – a brokerage firm in Manhattan. And to top it all off, he was in love with a very nice young lady who also worked at the firm. Darryl and  Angie were living together and making plans to marry.

Remembering 9/11I listened as these two proud grandparents shared all of this good news. My mom, proud of her first granddaughter’s accomplishments and Sid proud of his. Both beamed as they talked about the bright futures that surely lie ahead for their dear grands.

We left Sidney and went on our journey to Poughkeepsie. Feeling lifted by the successes of our children and buoyed by the graduation celebrations. I left New York feeling more connected to old relationships, these feelings carried me and mom through the summer.

On the morning of September 11, 2001 my daughter was on her way to class at Georgetown Law in Washington, D.C. Darryl McKinney and his fiancé Angie were in their offices at Cantor Fitzgerald  in The World Trade Center.

My daughter got off the Metro at the station just past the Pentagon. Not aware that a plane had hit the Pentagon as her train was traveling through the subway tunnel beneath it, she was immediately ushered to a place of safety as she exited the station. She didn’t know the Pentagon had been hit and she didn’t know about the World Trade Center.  She was disoriented and frightened by the chaos that greeted her as she came up from the subway. But she was safe.

Darryl and Angie were not.

Sharon KyleSadly, the McKinney family lost a son and Angie’s family lost a daughter on that day. I will never forget the pride and ear-to-ear smile on Sidney’s face just three short months before the now infamous 9/11.  How sad — how tragic — how senseless.

This story is dedicated to the memory of the thousands who perished on September 11, 2001.  They will never be forgotten.

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Sharon Kyle
Publisher, LAProgressive

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