A Bronx woman, who declined to give her name, said that since her husband’s suicide last year, their 4-year-old daughter, Julia, had struggled to discuss her grief with friends. An event like this, she said, allowed Julia to meet children in the same position — and talk about it.
“She was only 3,” the woman said, adjusting the balloon animal hat atop her daughter’s head. “It’s important to talk about him.”
Julia, beginning on Sept. 27, is to attend group counseling sessions in Bronxville, N.Y., for two hours, every other week. As she prepared to make a beeline for the familiar characters across the room, her mother asked what she planned to speak about at her first session.
”The detritus was still steaming and hot; the smell was all but unbearable; and the tiny fragments of so many human lives brought home all too vividly the scale of loss and somehow the inevitability of retaliation.
So that 9/11 for me is also entwined with the consequences of that retaliation. On the ground in Baghdad, in the horror and fear of life and death: The blast walls; the Humvees; the telltale suicide bomb blasts and consequent towers of smoke that located the bomb toward which we hurried for news; the strewn limbs and pools of blood; the wailing mothers and people on the panicked move.
I have not reported from Afghanistan in this phase of conflict – nor from Saudi Arabia – but both, together with Iraq, have dominated my own reporting decade ever since that eleventh day of September 2001. Pray God it is a decade the like of which we shall never know again.”