This is a letter I wrote to the World Trade Centers.
When my own mother died, I was unable to express my grief for a long time. I was watching a talk show, and the host said that writing a letter to your lost loved one was a great way of expressing the anger and sadness you feel. I thought it was stupid at first...she was never going to read it. But the more I thought of it, I said, "What could it hurt?"
You could say anything you wanted in the letter. The letter I wrote to her was twelve pages long. It let me tell her how hurt and angry I was that she left...I cried for three days.
The first time I'd done so in over six months.
It was a healing moment for me.
This letter is based on that experience.
Dear World Trade Centers,
It's been over eight months since you were horribly, tragically, NEEDLESSLY erased from our land.
I still miss you...even though I never got the chance to see you in person. I always wanted to, ever since you were built in the 1970s. I followed your birth and growth on TV and in the newspapers.
I love skyscrapers.
Going to the very top and admiring the views that stretch forever and disappear into infinity. The view from your heights had to be awesome. Breathtaking. Absolutely AMAZING.
I'm sorry I never got the chance to see that. I'm sorry I missed it.
I also love to stand at ground level, against a tall building, and look up--up--UP, until the skyscraper seemed to tilt over me. Looking up towards the clouds, I'd watch them racing overhead, past the top of the building. It would seem that the clouds weren't moving...the building was. The sensation was incredible. I'd get dizzy...what a feeling!
I would have loved to look up your 110 story heights...I probably would have fallen over and landed right on my ass.
Grinning like an idiot.
"Don't mind me...I'm just a country bumpkin."
I'm sorry--so very sorry.
I don't understand why there are those that hate the American way of life, our democracy, our freedoms, our prosperity. What makes them want to destroy us?
Their hatred was the cause of your demise. Why airplanes were commandeered and flown into your sides and through your structures. Why you, mortally wounded, eventually collapsed, along with your twin.
I'm so sorry.
I'm a twin, World Trade Centers. We were together until 1983, when I joined the United States Air Force. I moved to Texas, she stayed behind in Ohio. We were apart for 17 years. Three years ago, I moved her down to Texas to be with me.
We're together again.
I'd die for her.
You and your twin did all you could to weather the impact of the aircraft, to withstand the ungodly temperatures of the burning fuel, but you could not stand. Your vital systems weakened, then failed. You collapsed; then your twin fell at your side.
I feel so sad...WHY???
All of the innocents that lost their lives...ordinary office workers, business men and -women, volunteers, visitors. The fire crews, police officers, EMTs, security officers that came to rescue those injured and trapped.
They never had a chance.
Their final resting place was in your embrace.
It should have never happened.
I will always remember you, World Trade Centers, and will NEVER, EVER forget.
How sorry I am...
I love you and miss you. Wish you were still here...
Karla Dorman, Burleson, Texas.
To remember you, both my twin and I now wear a necklace with a charm of the Twin Towers on it. We've never taken it off, and don't plan to.