By Sarah Fulton
Last evening, I attended Cornwall's memorial service for those who were lost in the 9/11 attacks. In our small town, we suffered the loss of Ken Kumpel,a volunteer fireman, father of two great sons, and a coach in Cornwall's sports league. The monument located in the town's square is dedicated to Ken and all of the emergency responders who lost their lives that warm September morning. I have attended some of the previous 9/11 memorial services held in Cornwall, but this year felt different. People were standing closer together, some crying, others deep in thought. It seemed that the entire town had come out to pay their respects this year, perhaps due to the consequences of the recession our economy has undergone; people are seeking comfort in each other, rather than in material possessions. As the service drew to a close, I looked around the crowd one last time, seeing faces that I've known for years, along with new, young faces. I felt some security realizing that the love and hope that people share with one another is something that will never be destroyed, in the midst of a devastating event, or even nine years later.
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