I was going to chat about the dream I had the other night and how bizarre it was then I turned on the news. The realization of the date snapped me from my sleepy haze. The memories came flooding back from five years ago. Where I was. What I was doing. Shock and Horror. Images forever burned into my memory.
The news coverage turned to Ground Zero and the ceremony there. So many faces. So many names. SO many names. I watch the faces of the loved ones, the ones left behind, and the tears stream down my face. I find myself whispering to them, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I want to reach out and hold each and every one of them, wipe their tears and tell them," It'll be ok." What would that do? They have already endured pain I can only imagine. Instead, I offer something that may seem insignificant but in my mind so very important. My memory. I will NOT forget that day no matter how haunting the images. I will tell the story to my children. The death of your loved ones will not be forgotten.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
5 comments:
So very true. It is a day that we must not forget. We must remember so that it we will be vigilant and not let this happen again.
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing on that day...I'll never forget!
Btw, I have a tribute to a firefighter on my site today.
Aside from the obvious request to be spared 5 years ago, I think that is all that most of the victims woudl ask for.
I can't believe it has been five years.
It still moves me every time I see the footage. My thoughts are with the families of those who died.
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