Thoughts from a 9/11 Widow and Grief Advocate

We Grieve, We Remember, We Support Each Other:

Thoughts from a 9/11 Widow and Grief Advocate

By Alan D. Wolfelt, Ph.D.

We as a nation will never be “done” mourning the loss of 2,977 lives lost during the attack on September 11, 2001. On that Tuesday morning at the World Trade Center in New York, more than 2,700 people died, among them over two thousand people working at the Twin Towers, the passengers of two planes, and more than four hundred firefighters, paramedics, and police officers. In Washington, D.C., nearly two hundred people died at the Pentagon, including the passengers and crew of American Airlines flight 77. And in a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, an additional forty-four airline passengers and crew lost their lives in a crash landing. We will never be finished grieving the horrific attack that shook our collective sense of security. As with all great losses in our lifetimes, 9/11 changed us forever.

We are still healing. Central to our healing from traumatic events is continuing to talk about them openly and support one another in our ongoing grief. I reached out to Sheila Martello, whose husband, James Martello, worked on one of the top floors of One World Trade Center—a few floors above the impact zone of the hijacked airplane. In the years after James’ death, Sheila developed her passion to help others who are grieving. She attended my grief caregiver trainings and became my student, friend, and colleague.

Let’s listen as Sheila teaches us how the 9/11 attack transformed her life.

As the 25^th anniversary of the terror attack that devastated your family, your community, and our country approaches, what thoughts and feelings are coming up for you?

we grieve AfterTalk grief support — Sheila Martello

I was thirty-seven, married for only nine years with two little boys. My husband went to work and never came home. I was putting towels away in our bathroom and answered the phone. “Is that Jimmy’s building?” my friend asked. I had no idea what she was referring to, and then she said, “Hang up right now and turn on the TV.” From there I watched as the second building to be hit collapsed. I still hung onto hope. Jimmy had had some time to get out. If anyone could, he could—and then minutes later, his building went down. There is where it goes black for me and stays black for a while. So, as I look back, as I do every year, it can seem like it was only yesterday. I can be right there in the moment and access all the feelings

Still, I feel a peacefulness now. As the 25^th anniversary approaches I find myself reflecting mostly on the blessings that I and my family have received since then. I look at myself and how I have grown, emotionally and spiritually. I look at how my boys have become amazing young men. I spend a lot of time thinking about the “then” and the “now.” Then, I felt so sad, angry, afraid, and insecure. Now, I feel grateful, peaceful, safe, and confident. What helped me to get here? It was September 11, 2001. How could something so horrible be the reason for my growth? The places I was broken are now my places of great strength. Of course, I would flip the switch in a minute and take the path of living the last twenty-five years in the life I thought I signed up for, but I can’t, and I have reconciled myself to that. I choose to live the life that was chosen for me, the life my soul needs to live. The way I look at it is that we have no control over the path that we are given, but we do have control over how we navigate that path. Jimmy is such a spiritual part of our daily lives, I find myself not missing him as much as relying on him every day.

All of America grieves 9/11, but of course the experience was different for those intimately involved. What would you like to share about the grief of those whose loved ones died that day?

I think something people don’t realize is the true impact they had on our lives, whether they lived next door or on another continent. We felt the love and support. We felt a sense of gratitude for all the support we were given and all the love that was shown to us. Anywhere I went, as soon as someone found out that my husband had died on 9/11, they could not have done more for me. My hope is that people realize the impact that they can have on any griever’s life—that is means so much to receive kindness and compassion. I think the single most important thing to me was the reading of the names. In the beginning it felt like the band aid was being ripped off, but as the years went on, it was such a blessing to have the world remember our loved ones. Everyone deserves to be remembered.

Your two sons were young when their father was killed. What was something that has especially helped your family as you did (and continue to do) the hard work of grief and mourning?

James was seven and Thomas was five. There are a few things that were very helpful: remembering Jimmy, talking about their feelings, and being open to “signs.” The boys and I talked a lot about Jimmy and continue to talk about him. We tell stories, we look for people to tell us stories. When I asked James and Thomas this question, they both said that having someone to talk to was the most helpful. They said knowing they could ask me anything and talk to me about anything was always reassuring to them. We also have opened ourselves up to his presence. We manifest him, we see him in pictures, we see him in James’ face, literally, and in Thomas’ smile. We feel him. We see the number 107 or 1007. That is Jimmy’s birthday, and that number has come up thousands of times over the last twenty years. Thomas won the state championship football game and the clocked stopped at 10:07 for the national anthem. James took the final game-winning face-off of his National Championship hockey game at 1:07. The first time I flew by myself without my boys, the distance between where I was and where I was going was 1007 miles. Thomas and James’ work IDs are both 107…and on and on. This keeps him present to us and our family and friends. We continue to keep Jimmy present in whatever we do. We continue to give love and accept love into our lives. That gaping hole is still gaping but our hearts have grown so much that it seems smaller and so much easier to cope with.

You and other 9/11 family members formed a support group after the tragedy. In what ways was that group a lifeline for you?

Our support group saved my life. When I was first approached to join the group, I was against it. I felt that the last thing I needed was to share my thoughts and feelings with others. Once I was forced to join, I loved it. It was the only place for me to go where people “got it.” It was a place to feel normal, not different. It was a safe place to share my feelings without judgment. Each Tuesday’s group meeting gave me the strength to get to Friday, and then knowing that the next Tuesday would come so soon after the weekend, I would be OK. I knew I couldn’t mourn by myself. It was bigger than me. I needed help from others, and I found it in my support group. I was so blessed to have that resources and now I am blessed to be able to offer it to others at Stephy’s Place.

In 2015, you founded a nonprofit grief support center called Stephy’s Place, located in Red Bank, New Jersey. It has been a wonderful resource for grieving people in your community, including support groups bringing together those affected by certain types of loss, such as the death of a spouse or child, or the loss of a loved one to suicide. What has Stephy’s Place provided for those who grieve, and what has it given you?

Stephy’s Place provides a free, safe place for people to grieve the loss of a loved one. At Stephy’s Place, we companion the bereaved. We are people who have grieved helping people who are grieving. Healing in community is very beneficial. Even though grief manifests itself in many different ways, when people are just “sad” they need the support of others who know how they are feeling and are feeling it too. For those who need therapeutic care, we also offer a Resource Center that will match them with a therapist who fits their needs. Participants of Stephy’s Place constantly remind us of how we are saving their lives, that they wouldn’t know where they would be without us.

Stephy’s Place has provided something that grieving people often struggle to find elsewhere – a place where they don’t have to explain themselves. When someone walks through our doors, they are surrounded by people who “get it.” The people here truly understand their pain because they have lived it themselves. This offers connection and hope. People arrive feeling broken and isolated and over time find friendship, purpose, and a path forward.

Stephy’s Place has also helped me define my purpose. When my boys were little, my purpose was to be their mom. As they grew, my need for a new purpose grew as well. My 9/11 support group had been my lifeline, and I wanted to provide that lifeline to others. In my heart I know that if helping hundreds of people a week was the ultimate mission, Jimmy would have agreed to die for that. Stephy’s Place gives me purpose beyond being a mom or a wife. It allowed me to turn my own pain into purpose. It reminds me every day that love endures beyond loss. I have been honored to witness thousands of people rebuild their lives when they thought that would never be possible.

I sometimes talk about the transformative power of grief when it is befriended and well-mourned over time. Has your grief journey transformed you, and if so, how?

Without question, grief has transformed me. I am not the person I was in 2001. When Jimmy was killed on September 11, 2001, I was focused on raising my boys. In the early years, grief felt like something I had to endure. Over time, and hard work, I learned that healing didn’t come from avoiding grief, but from allowing myself to feel it, talk about it and share it with others that understood. Grief changed my priorities. It taught me what truly matters and what doesn’t. It deepened my appreciation for life’s simple moments and relationships. Most importantly, it showed me that even after profound loss, there can still be purpose, joy and meaning. There are definitely no rewards for speed. I knew I wanted to provide support to others, but I also knew I had to truly befriend my own pain first. You once told me, “You can’t take anyone further than you have come yourself.” That was transformative information.

Is there anything you would like to say to the funeral directors and funeral home staff reading this about the importance of meaningful funerals and other ongoing rituals in the healing journeys of those who suffer the death of someone loved?

I would first like to thank funeral directors and their staff for the important work they do. People meet you on the worst day of their lives. Long after that day and after the details have faded, they often remember how they were treated and whether they were cared for. Meaningful funerals and rituals matter. They give people the chance to gather, tell stories, honor a life, and initiate their grief process as they begin to understand that their world has changed.

I have also learned that healing is not found in a single day or ceremony. Ongoing rituals – visiting a gravesite, lighting a candle, sharing a favorite meal, acknowledging birthdays and anniversaries, speaking a loved one’s name – allow us to maintain a bond with the person who died while moving forward with our lives. People remember meaningful services and compassionate funeral staff. Never underestimate the impact of the role you play. You are not simply helping families plan a service; you are helping them take their first steps on a lifelong journey.

Thank you to Sheila for your insight and candor, and thank you to the funeral directors who help grieving families in the most difficult of circumstances. At times of great loss, you are, indeed, the shepherds of purpose. The funeral directors of 9/11 went above and beyond.

As we honor the 25th anniversary of the deaths of those killed in the 9/11 attacks, and the heroic efforts of all those who stepped forward to help, let’s continue to be aware of our ongoing grief. We grieve, we remember, and we support one another. The more open, kind, and mutually supportive we all are, the more deeply we heal and the more our life losses can evolve into life transformations.