19 years out. Certainly not the sharp pain of many years ago.
Oddly, a few weeks ago I went through boxes in deep storage. Found a packet of photos mailed to me a month or two after 9/11. Omar had a camera.
I’d forgotten that I shot some images of him in front of the burning heap of demolished buildings. And that I didn’t want to " Pose ". It felt all wrong to do so. He shot one frame of me from behind as we walked down the West Side Highway on the way to Ground Zero to be deployed for the day.
Brought it all back in a rush.
The images. And the smell. I will never forget what it smelled like that day and the next.
Proceed through life with care. It’s not nearly as immutable as one might think.