9/11 One year later

Claire, Brendan, John Pinamonti, Uncle Ed Reilly and myself honored Tim on 9.11 by braving crowds and strong winds in lower Manhattan to attend the early morning 9.11 memorial service at Ground Zero.

We listened to the Mayor and Governor's readings, Brendan patted rescue dogs and posed for pictures with them, and we then descended to the pit to listen to the reading of the names. Tim, being an "R" name was toward the end of the service. We listened on, with dust blowing all over, and in our faces, eyes and ears. Standing down there in the enormous pit, the scale of the physical devastation is awesome -- beyond words.

Tim is not down there in the pit. He never was. He is in the dust that was swirling around all over, in our faces, eyes and ears. He was up in the sky, that day, in the sun beaming down and comforting us with its warmth. There may be no physical piece of Tim remaining, but he is all around us, and there he will remain.