This passage, from Rachel Wolan's Tumblr Tribute to Marc Kravitz, Modeh 365, is written by Harriet (Howie) Seitler, in the spirit of giving thanks and in the hope of advancing Marc's legacy and values.

The popular New York Times Lensblog ran a piece this week about the work of photographer Gregg Brown, who made daily sorties over Ground Zero, camera in hand, in the weeks following the 9/11 attacks.

Chapter four of Watching the World Change begins with FEMA's 2 a.m. phone call to Brown, enlisting him to shoot aerial imagery above the wreckage of the towers.

After losing one's best friend smack in the prime of life, and quite suddenly at that, one doesn't know quite when the grief will sneak up and engulf. Yesterday, it so happens--after spending two hours lugging and stacking a half cord of firewood with my son on a golden autumn afternoon--my was one of those sneak-up-on-you days.

Simon & Garfunkel's song, "Old Friends," came upon me softly, playing innocently on the radio on the dashboard, and I had to pull off the highway. To me the tune was mournful, the lyrics ominous, a song about something I had yet to lose: those years of turning old with Marc and sharing as many future autumn afternoons as we had bright springtimes in the endless noon of our youth.

"..Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears..."