I've been avoiding threads like this all day but I had to coment.
Like mrFDNY, I don't need to see that picture or others like it just to serve as a reminder of that day. I wasn't in Manhattan that day, but my partner was. And the wait for him to finally get home that night was the longest day of our lives. While I waited for Joe, I spent the bulk of the time pacing the apartment, trying to call my friends' numbers to see if they were ok. I was near the screaming point on more than one occasion, if not on the verge of rage, just trying and trying and trying to see who was alright or not.
Joe made it home. We hugged the longest hug we've ever managed, and we cried for an ever longer time. And we were each scarred. He saw the planes hit up close and personal. He saw little things falling from the towers. I learned that my friends weren't ok that day, not even close. Joe sees that picture of the falling man and it brings back what he saw with his own eyes. I look at that picture and wonder who it is and whether I was having a beer with him the Thursday previous, "Is that Mike?"
If you think we need to remember, and I agree wholeheartedly that we do, perhaps we can do something else in order to keep those memories clear. But looking at a picture of one man who went to work that morning on a beatiful crystal clear September morning, only to end it in a moment of absolute and utter heart freezing terror, plummeting through the sky, to smash into the streets of the financial district is not the best way to think back. His life shouldn't be reduced down to one single screen grab.
Want to remember? Then share your stories, hug your loved ones, smile a little, bring some happiness into someone else's life, remember September 11, 2001 as a day that changed all of us.
Beautiful post Rick.