I wrote this journal entry exactly five years ago while shooting my 99 Originals Polaroid project. Today, on the 25th anniversary of 9/11, I wanted to share it.
DAY 12 —
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11# GROUND ZERO, 9/11/21
Today was much more powerful than I’d ever expected. I had the privilege of attending the 20th anniversary of the 9/11 Ceremony at Ground Zero with Zelina Vega (a WWE superstar whose father passed in the 9/11 tragedy, real name Thea). As I solemnly paced around the site with my stupid little Polaroid, the essence of mourning was overwhelming. Hundreds of families affected by a deliberate and malicious attack on our nation - left without fathers, mothers, sons and daughters. We hear stories of the tragedy and see the videos, but most people never really truly experience the lifelong ripple effect it’s had on the victims and New York. The city was overflowing with patriotism on this day, and I was proud to be supporting in attendance. I got a chance to speak with Thea’s mother — the kindest, most gentle, warm-eyed, inviting little soul, who remains scarred from two decades’ worth of lament when her husband got trapped in the South Tower. Throughout the morning, she’d reminisce… where she was, how she felt, keeping her children calm…
She told me she had spoken to her husband before he passed. He called her after the first plane had hit, and they’d spoken from 9:04-9:15am. I asked her what he said. She said “he just called to say goodbye.” And I broke. I couldn’t hold back tears as I wept beneath my baseball hat and pulled up my mask to the bridge of my nose. I turned around and took a second to collect myself, but as I stood on the ground of the most devastating terrorist attack in United States history, I couldn’t help but sob. My tears bounced off the black marble etched with the names of those we lost.
Thea gave me a comforting hug. I said “y’all are way tougher than me” as I tried to nervously laugh off my tears. While I had never felt such an overwhelming sense of grief, Thea and her mother stood stoically… it was clear that this sadness was all too familiar for both of them.
At the end of the day, Thea and her mother thanked me for helping to cement 9/11 in history to be remembered and memorialized in an appropriate fashion. She also thanked me for making her laugh, and that it made her day much easier.