Recently I received an e-mail with the subject line, "previously unreleased 9/11 photos." I don't think the photos had actually been kept confidential, but they were breathtaking none the less.
Some of the pictures had been taken from the ground up into the New York City skyline just after the aircraft had struck the twin towers, showing people hanging out of the buildings. It was still amazingly emotionally raw to look at them after eight years. They are real people with real loved ones. Or maybe it is more accurate to say they were real people. I don't want to think of them in the past tense. I want to believe they are all still with us. I want to believe each one of them made it out alive, but I know this isn't true.