In some ways, it's hard to believe that tomorrow is 14 years since 9/11. Victims' names will be read aloud at the 9/11 Memorial in New York City, as has become a tradition. The business day will carry on, as usual; major events will take place, including New York Fashion Week. The tragedy remains most traumatic, of course, for people who lost family and friends, those who escaped with their lives and the firefighters, police officers, relief workers and others who flocked to the scene to help.
I don't have a personal connection with anyone who died on 9/11, not that I know of. But I have vowed to remember one young woman, Melissa Renee Vincent, 28. Two years ago, still haunted by the sight of the flyers with her face that were plastered all over Hoboken, NJ, where she and I lived, I figured out her identity and promised to never forget her.
It is still hard to wrap my head around 9/11, the defining tragedy of my lifetime. So I focus on this young woman, a resources manager for a financial company on the 102nd floor of 1 World Trade Center who had, by all accounts, a radiant smile and soul. It seemed like we could have been friends, something other strangers seem to have experienced. Someone recently left this comment on the post I first wrote about her:
I just felt my heart break into a million pieces and heal back together again. In 2001, I was a young professional who had just been transferred to my company's Manhattan office. I moved to Jersey City on Labor Day weekend, and started my new position on Tuesday, September 4th.
I wasn't there long enough to have made friends. Maybe that's a blessing. Melissa Vincent became the face of 9/11 for me, the "friend I never had" is exactly how I described her. Her face on flyers posted around Hoboken that I would see when I would go to Pier A to grieve in the weeks following when my office was shut down. Her father's face of raw pain on my TV screen.
I recently went to New York for the first time since the memorial opened this summer, and made a rubbing of Melissa's name on the memorial. My daughter asked me if I knew her, and I told her no, but she was just the kind of person I would have been friends with, and just as easily could have been me.
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And then, last night, someone added this:
Your comments are so beautiful and you articulated exactly how I've felt about Melissa Vincent for the past 14 years. For me, she was the face of 9/11. She was, as you said, the "friend I never had." I remembered her father and his pleas on CNN when he thought she was missing, as well as the fliers around NYC with her picture. I could relate to her and she seemed like someone I would know and like. I also visited the 9/11 Memorial this past Spring and found her name and traced it with my fingers. I am so sorry for her family and friends who have had to deal with this tragic loss. I grieve for someone I never knew.
I haven't yet had an in-depth discussion with the kids about 9/11. When I do, I will tell them about Melissa. When we someday visit the memorial as a family we, too, can do a rubbing of her name.
I do not want my recall of the victims to grow fuzzier and softer, because Melissa and the 2,976 others who passed deserve to be kept alive in memory. Their family and friends deserve that, too.
And so, Melissa Renee Vincent, I am once again thinking of you...as are many.