September 11, 2001…Straight On Till Morning

The journalist Mary McGrory, when she couldn’t bring herself to write about John Kennedy’s funeral said: in the presence of great grief and emotion, write short sentences.

I am always humbled to remember the fallen, those who didn’t come home on the 11th of September, 2001. I was living on the same block as the Frank E. Campbell Funeral Home then, and can still hear the sound of bagpipes mewling in the early morning as another firefighter or policeman was laid to rest.

I hold dear the image of a little boy clutching his dad’s police cap as the coffin was carried out, holding back tears at the realization that he was now, the new head of the family.

The passing of so many was so arbitrary that as a New Yorker, I know that given only slightly different circumstances, I could very well have been among them.

I often wonder what was on the minds of those men and women during their last twenty-four hours on earth. Were they happy, contented, worried, or sad?

Were they plagued by some nagging problem as they lay cradled in the arms of someone they loved? Did a girl my age look in the mirror and think she looked old or fat in her blue jeans? Was she engaged, perhaps, or hoping to be? Maybe she was planning a holiday with her family or expecting that well earned Christmas bonus so she could buy a new car.

You can feel their presence—snatched souls caught in the ether, still wondering what happened to them.

I was walking down East 68th Street when I noticed a plaque on the front of an apartment building, stopping to read the name…Christopher James Hanley. getPart-1.jpg

I then looked him up. He was 34 and single, nine days shy of his 35th birthday. It said he had an eye for special things—he liked what he saw. His photographs from around the world looked like postcards. He called his parents every morning. He agreed to be the godfather of a child of parents he didn’t know. I couldn’t help liking him immediately.

Christopher Hanley was on the 106th floor of 1 World Trade Center at a breakfast conference at Windows on the World when the first plane hit, slicing through the 93rd-97th floors. He called 911, then his parents, conversations they will forever cherish on tape. He was calm and composed, though unable to get out since the emergency stairwells were destroyed above the 92nd floor. Did he know that or was there still hope in his heart before the first tower fell?

I went back and stood across the street from 315 East 68th, a beautiful pre-war building built in 1931. I envisioned him coming out on that fateful morning, maybe in a suit or navy blazer, gray wool pants and polished Florsheim shoes. Was he wearing a tie or was it stashed neatly in his front pocket? Did he turn around and look back as if he had an inexplicable premonition, or did he just gallop to catch a taxi so he would not be late for his meeting all the way downtown.

His mother Marie said of her only child that if he had been late that day, he’d still be here, but her son was an early riser.

He is buried where he fell, at the National September 11 Memorial, Panel – N-22. A mass was held in his memory, and a scholarship created in his name. He sounds like a fella with a healthy interest in life, so I’ve decided that there is a good chance he was happy and content on September 10th, 2001 with sweet dreams that went with him all through the long night, straight on till morning.   Unknown.jpeg

Susannah Bianchi

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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35 Responses to September 11, 2001…Straight On Till Morning

  1. That was a touchingly beautiful way to breathe life into into one person’s story.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Isn’t it strange how any mass tragedy seems so much more poignant when you look at it on a personal basis? This is a touching piece about a horrific day that must never be forgotten.


    • I went to the site yesterday, where the memorial is, and there was a girl I’d say, in her 20s, placing white roses near a man’s name…couldn’t see without being more intrusive than I was being. Tears were streaming down her pretty face. Now maybe she was a baby 18 years ago…her dad perhaps? I so wanted to ask but refrained since it clearly was a personal moment for her, but I did stand there with her for a few moments and said I was sorry.

      I left quite emotional, I must say.

      Thanks. I know it was too long for a blog post but, hey…it’s a very special day.

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  3. aFrankAngle says:

    Poignant and beautifully written. Thank you, Suzannah!

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  4. beautifully written and I knew it would be. Went to your page today, as I knew you would capture the mood adn feeling in remembering today. Thank you for so many reasons. Cathi (DAF)

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  5. Eilene Lyon says:

    Beautifully done. So nice to see such a personal remembrance.

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  6. Lynn says:

    Such a beautiful piece Susannah. Christopher sounds like a wonderful man, one who like so many, were taken through such a tragic circumstance. May we all take a few moments today to reflect on the lives lost this day & the families and friends still dealing with the loss of their loved ones.


  7. Dale says:

    Beautifully done, Susannah. You have a gift of bringing people to life. That seeing his plaque inspired you to go digging and share his story, is more than lovely. You found him and shared him and put a face to one of the many.
    This day, 8 years ago and the aftermath has been felt the world over. We all know where we were when it happened. None of us will forget and with all the political brouhaha, we, on this day, we put that aside and share in your pain.

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  8. Sorryless says:


    A beautiful remembrance that takes your breath away in the knowing. No matter how much time goes by, the agony of those desperate hours still carries a weight to it. And on this day, it moves through every conversation and thought for those of us who remember that day.

    Blessings, peace and love


  9. Vasca Beall says:

    A lovely piece, Susannah. 9/11 took so many like Christopher…He is striking! Our youngest son worked in a building next to the towers. Hr exited from him subway into the center. He is rarely ill but that particular day he was and stayed home. I know if he had been there and survived he would have been helping. His building was soon demolished. I thank God he was safely at home. So much sadness; so much heroism. A day forever etched on our hearts.


  10. Patricia says:

    Beautifully written. So sad that is not fiction.

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  11. I was in Indiana on that day, but still our entire office was in shock that such an accident as a plane could happen. When it was stated that a second plane had hit the same place, my mind said, “No, accident at all.” I wish I had been wrong. An accident would have been just as terrible for all concerned, but the fact that someone(s) planned it seemed so much worse.

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  12. I still love this piece a lot. Thanks for reposting it. YF

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