Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.



Yesterday, the 20th anniverary of September 11th, I was reading blogs and putting together my own thoughts. By chance I read My OBT (One Best Thing), written by Donna, who posts one thing each day that she finds beautiful.

I confess I don’t read her blog every day, but if the title catches my attention I will.

The title of her post yesterday was “Homecoming” and it was essentially a link to a post written in 2019 by John Fox, a New York City Police Transit Chief, describing the homecoming of his nephew, firefighter Michael Roberts, who was killed on that fateful day.

I read Chief Fox’s account of the way Michael’s body was found on the day before his memorial service, and how the firefighter community brought him home. It’s a heartwarming, heart wrenching piece.

Then I finished up my own post, struggling with the words, realizing that I had nothing more profound to say, and linking back to my own post about a visit we made to the Memorial and the Freedom Tower five years ago. While I was linking to that old post I flipped through it’s images.

And suddenly stopped breathing.

Because there, in my photos, images taken years ago, was Michael Roberts.

Maybe there was more than one Michael Roberts killed that day. But I choose to believe that the Michael Roberts I photographed that hot July day back in 2016 is the same Michael Roberts I read about on the 20th anniversary of his death.

And somehow, even in the midst of sadness I had to smile.

Edit: I did some research on Michael Roberts the rookie firefighter that died on September 11. His middle name was Edward. He was born July 15, the day we were at the memorial. Hence the white rose. This was definitely the same young man I read about yesterday.

Author: dawnkinster

I'm a long time banker having worked in banks since the age of 17. I took a break when I turned 50 and went back to school. I graduated right when the economy took a turn for the worst and after a year of library work found myself unemployed. I was lucky that my previous bank employer wanted me back. So here I am again, a long time banker. Change is hard.

30 thoughts on “Chills

  1. Serendipity? Coincidence? Interesting that no matter how big the event, it is still a small world.


  2. Goosebumps. I watched the History Channel show last night, and all the same feelings from that day came rushing back. Awe, horror, amazement, horror.


  3. Oh, my, goodness, I got chills reading your post too! That’s amazing that you had taken that photo. The moments of connections we make with our fellow human beings knowing us or not are so beautiful.


  4. Oh my this is an amazing story! Wow. I love the way Spirit works. Here is a ray of light and beauty amidst the darkness of what happened. Thank you for sharing this.


    • I know I won’t ever forget Michael Roberts, especially since I went online and read more about him. He comes from a family of firefighters, and was wearing his dad’s number. He was a rookie, this was his first big fire.

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  5. Wow. That gave me goosebumps. It was a day we won’t forget and anyone who has visited the 9/11 Museum and Memorial is forever changed. I have never been in such a quiet museum.


  6. It seems somehow you were touched from beyond to have so many happenings come together.


  7. You are in the right place at the right time…we will never forget:(


  8. That’s just amazing. Maybe Michael is smiling down on us both!


  9. That gave me chills. And made me happy that he hasn’t been forgotten.


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  11. That is quite the coincidence. He must have reached out to you. As long as one is remembered they are never truly dead. ❤


  12. This gives me chills, too. It’s like his spirit was whispering to you, telling you to read that post, leading you back to your own photo with that solitary rose. Beautiful!


  13. That is quite astounding Dawn. The pieces all fitting together to remember this brave person.


  14. What a coincidence. Stories about that day are just as chilling as they were at the time. It’s good that you can play your part in keeping his memory alive.

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