Sad thing is... the baby's growing up.. 30 years down the road they'll see that girder sitting somewhere.. maybe in a museum or something.. and see it as just that... a girder
Oh look .. a big piece of iron. whoopie...
There is just no way to convey the emotions of that day.
About 2 days after the crash, I had to go back into a building that REEKED of smoke and was in fact still smoking.. we were not able to go into some areas to get our equipment because FBI/Fire marshall or what other depts were in control that day.. we did get our stuff out eventually.. but we poured water out of it... we wiped off smoke stains..
We in fact were the lucky ones.. we had a building to work with.. to reconstruct...
In NY they have a pile.. truth be told I'm almost glad I never saw.. I can live with seeing a huge burning hole in a wall...
But to see rubble 10 stories high .. KNOWING full well there are still people in there.. nope
I know very well that I myself have not dealt with things fully, and that I am still wary of seeing planes fly over head (WHY isn't that building no fly zone

)
The last girder..
Does that mean we can move forward ... figuratively and literally ... start rebuilding our lives?
Some maybe able to.. some may not...
Some may think .. oh shut up, move on wusses...
Some of them just don't get it

As a country we have been humbled by this tragedy..
Lets not go back to that state of "untouchables" that we were once in..
As they say.. We shall never forget...