9/11 has a different/additional meaning to me, as it's my father's birthday. My father passed away almost two years ago, and cleaning out his shop and business (originally a tire shop, hence the nickname) was one of the hardest things I've done. I took this photo at night while waiting for some help to remove most of what was left, propping the camera on a broken bench and scraps as an impromptu tripod.
Best wishes to those who have lost family, regardless of why or how. May their memory never be lost and their lives continue to have meaning in ours.
Happy birthday to those who share a birthday with a remembered tragedy, don't let it affect your celebrations.
Happy birthday to my father, eternally 39.
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