Once we found parking we headed straight to the 9/11 museum and had to show proof of vaccination before going inside. It's hard to describe how I was feeling when we entered: a little excited to finally be there, solemn because of where we were and nervous about the kind of things we were about to see.
Sometimes Sharaya and Ally would catch up to where I was or I'd catch up to them and I'd always hear her teaching, explaining. She's such a good mom.
Many of the things were hard to believe, were we really seeing what we were seeing?
As we walked around we kept seeing this area that was blocked off, it was like a path...
I was shocked when I realized it was the original foundation of one of the twin towers! When you look at these aerial views, the center building is where you enter the museum, but then you go down a flight of stairs, (right next to The Survivors Stairs) and you're actually under the fountains. The main part of the museum is under ground, but you never know it when you're there.
(Thank you again Google.)
We spent about an hour and a half and still didn't see everything. The picture of the original foundation? You can see like a little bridge or ramp, crossing the foundation? That takes you to a door where the main part of the museum is. You aren't allowed to take pictures in there but there is so much more. There's a window pane, still in the framing that didn't break! The window is still intact!
There are eye glasses, shoes, letterhead, briefcases - because people were at work... sometimes I just stood there crying. Sometimes I'd forget to breathe. It was... indescribable.
After a while we made our way outside to the memorials ~
Then it was back into the car and we began the drive back to Philadelphia. Even now, I'm not even sure how to end this post. I'm still processing some of the things I saw, trying to imagine what people were thinking and feeling as they saw those towers go down...