
Last Wednesday, October 28, 2009, a cold and rainy fall day in Manhattan, my journalism class made its way to ground zero to visit the site of the World Trade Center. This field trip was an emotionally draining experience, but I came out of it with a new perspective on the tragedy of Sept. 11, 2001. I remember that on that day as a seventh grader in Dallas, Texas, I was not able to fully grasp the horror of the attacks occurring in far away New York City. During my freshman year of college at NYU, I went for a run down West Side Highway and I passed the site for the first time. I had no idea that it was so close to where I was studying, and that was a very chilling realization of the scope of that day. Flash-forward to our visit last week and I now have a newfound comprehension of how much of a lasting impact the disaster had on not only this beautiful city, but the entire world.
The most heart-wrenching and inspiring aspect of this trip was meeting Tracy Gazzani, a 67-year-old retired first grade teacher and current docent at the Tribute WTC Visitor Center, who shared her story of the loss of her only child on that morning eight years ago. Tracy’s son, Terrence D. Gazzani, who was only 24 years old, had worked at Cantor Fitzgerald on the 94th floor of the North Tower. Tracy gracefully told the story of Terry’s life and death, and she moved our class in ways that I do not even think she realized. For me, seeing someone who has endured such heartache be able to stand in front of a group of twentysomethings who have opportunities that her son never got to carry out, was extremely motivating. Also, putting a face and a connection to that horrendous day was something that I had not yet experienced.
It was difficult to hear that Tracy thought Terry was going to come home on Sept. 11th, and had even received word from one of his friends that they had spoken, and Terry was sure he would, in fact, survive. Unfortunately, Terry was cut off from any exits when the plane crashed into the North Tower, and he never made it out of the building. Tracy exuded a sense of optimism and hope that I was able to feel immediately when she reflected on such an unfair, brutal aspect of her life. She explained that once she overcame the disillusion that Terry might show up back at home in Brooklyn, she was able to move on and even conduct a celebration of his life the following Saturday night. Her strength is infectious and hearing that she went back to work the Monday after she lost her only child was astonishing.
As she explained, she sees the world through “rose colored glasses,” and she still “considers herself fortunate.” It is fascinating that someone who has been through such hardship can still find the beauty in life, but that is a lesson that I think everybody should learn. It was also clear from hearing Tracy’s story that she is realistic. Her husband Marty, 64, took the loss of their son much harder than Tracy. He was unable to go back to his jewelry business for 7 years after Terry’s death.
Tracy giggled as she noted, “woman are so resilient.” She has been able to give back to the community that was there for her when Terry’s life was taken, but she still understands that “it gets different, it does not get better.” Terry believes that God has a plan for everyone, and we will never know why so many people lost lives on that day. As she told stories about Terry’s antics at their summer home in the Hamptons and recalled his favorite morning cereal choices, I realized that no matter how trivial a daily activity seems, it is necessary to cherish seemingly insignificant moments, because you never know when and if they might be taken away. Tracy’s voice became shaky and her eyes watered as she recalled the last words she exchanged with her beloved son. “Mom, have a good day. I love you and I will see you later.” I walked out of that experience with the confirmation that at the very least, life should be lived with the glass half full.
You can visit the Tribute WTC Visitor Center at:
120 Liberty Street
NY, NY 10006
(between Greenwich and Church Streets, on the south side of Ground Zero, next to FDNY Firehouse Engine 10 Ladder 10)