On Sunday, with the opening of the memorial at Ground Zero, there was finally a place to go, to a name carved in bronze, one among almost 3,000.
They could not keep their hands from them, tracing the letters with their fingers, lingering over the one remaining physical token of the loved ones they lost forever in the explosive force of the 9/11 attacks.
Given access to the memorial for the first time on Sunday, some of the families stroked the engravings, as if administering comfort.
Robert Peraza lost his son Robert on September 11 2001. He was a trader with Cantor Fitzgerald in the North Tower of the World Trade Centre, just 30 years old. He and 657 other employees of the investment bank died in the holocaust.
Mr Peraza had watched the collapse of the towers on television. Robert was in the prime of life, a rugby player and marathon runner. Only a month before his death he had sent his parents a four-page letter explaining how happy he was. On Sunday, Mr Peraza knelt at his son's name, his head bowed in quiet remembrance, his eyes closed tightly and his left palm placed over the words "Robert David Peraza".
The North Tower is now the North Pool, the square pit that held its foundations here a four-sided fountain feeding a reflecting pool that sits within the tower's footprint. The names line the sides, overlooking the water.
The gaps in the bronze met the modest title and theme of the memorial: "Reflecting Absence".
While many were simply happy to take solace in the act of touching their loved ones' names, some relations placed the Stars and Stripes in the grooves of the letters, others flowers. Many made rubbings to take home, to frame perhaps, or put away for some moment of solitary reflection.
A woman kissed the name of Steven John Mercado, only 38 years old and one of 343 members of the Fire Department of New York who perished on that Tuesday morning. Photographs, letters and firemen's helmets were placed next to other names.
August Larsen, just nine years old, was one of those making a crayon rubbing, in his case of the name of his father, Scott Larsen, a firemen who died when the South Tower collapsed. August was born only a few days after his father’s death.
As he attempted to connect with the father he never knew yesterday, the names of the victims were being read out by relations. From Gordon Aamoth to Igor Zukelman, no one was forgotten.
For more than three hours it continued to the accompaniment of classical music. Some of those doing the reading had been too young to know the mothers or fathers they lost that day.
Peter Negron returned to Ground Zero eight years after he had stood there as a nervous 13-year-old boy, reading a poem about the stars that comforted him in the nights after his father was stolen.
“Shining through the dark, they calmly stayed and gently held me in their quiet way,” he had said then. “I felt them watching over me, each one. It let me cry and cry until I was done.”
Mr Negron surveyed Ground Zero on Sunday as a man of 21, speaking of his regret for the rites of passage he should have shared with Pete Negron, a 34-year-old environmental worker from New Jersey, whose desk was on the 88th floor of the World Trade Center.
“I’ve stopped crying but I haven’t stopped missing my dad,” he said. “I wish my dad had been there to teach me how to drive, ask a girl out on a date, see me graduate from high school,” he said, before telling how he had become a father figure to his brother Austin, who was two at the time of the attacks.
“I try to teach him all the things my father taught me: how to catch a baseball, how to ride a bike, and to work hard in school.”
Their families met after their deaths, and so close did their bond become that they chose to place their names together.
“It’s the closest I’ll ever get to her again,” said Mary Dwyer of her sister, Lucy Fishman. Lucy was 36 when she died in the South Tower.
“It’s peaceful,” said Trisha Scudder, of Pennsylvania, as she studied the name of her brother, Christopher Clarke, a bond salesman. “I wish I wasn’t seeing his name, though.”
The panels carrying the names are backlit so they can be read at night, and their temperature is controlled so that they are comfortable to the touch.
“I feel so happy this has been put together,” said Peter Rauss, a 19-year-old medical student from New York, as he stood by the name of his uncle, Philip Ognibene, a stockbroker.
The day itself on Sunday had begun, like that fateful day a decade earlier, with blue sky. Silence fell across Manhattan at 8.46am, 10 years exactly from the moment when American Airlines Flight 11, a Boeing 767, struck the North Tower. For 17 minutes it was a terrible, inexplicable accident – until United 175, another fuel-laden 767 flew into the South Tower.
There were four silences marking the impacts of the airliners that day, the third, American 77 at the Pentagon and the fourth, United 93, at Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Two more followed marking the collapse of the towers.
Each silence was broken by the reading of more names, a steady drumbeat of sorrow until all 2,982 who died on September 11 and in the 1993 World Trade Centre bombing had been remembered.
It took 10 minutes from Gordon Aamoth Jr, a 32-year-old investment banker, to the end of the As. Finally, more than three hours later, came Igor Zukelman, a 29-year-old Ukrainian wealth manager.
“We will not fear, even though the Earth be removed, though the mountains be carried in the midst of the sea,” said President Barack Obama, reading from the 46th Psalm.
George W Bush read from a letter sent in November 1864 by Abraham Lincoln to Lydia Bixby, a widow from Boston who had lost five sons in the Civil War.
“How weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming,” Lincoln wrote. “But I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.” Christine Box, whose brother Gary was a fireman, clutched a photograph of him running to the scene. “He answered his last call,” it said.
“I have to be here,” said Daniela Notaro, who lost her sister Rosaria Reneo. “It’s where she never came home from”.
“It will never feel like 10 years,” said Mary Beth Dougherty, mourning her brother Kevin Murphy. “It’s just that the children have gotten older”.
For some, the horror of that day has dimmed not at all. The memorial may bring closure of sorts.
“There has been no escape,” said Victor Colaio, who lost his sons Stephen and Mark, both brokers with Cantor Fitzgerald.
“There’s just nowhere to go. If you sit down to eat, it’s purely to sustain yourself. The taste is not the same.
“We’re hoping that after 10 years we can close the books on this.”
From The Telegraph
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