we find ourselves waking up
to a flashback of that tragic morning.
Where we were,
who we were with,
completely numb to the horror
we just witnessed.
I remember getting ready for work,
doing my usual running around
with the television blaring in the background,
and really not paying attention
to what was being said.
I do remember passing and seeing what looked to me
like a “Die Hard” or “Rambo” movie playing
and thinking to myself,
“why on earth would a movie like this be playing so early in the morning?”
Seemed a little crazy for such violence that time of the day
and as I went to change the channel,
the words on the screen caught my attention.
It was almost
as if I gasped for air
along with the rest of the world.
but more importantly,
how the hell could this be happening?
Was this for real?
It wasn’t even a minute into my standing there
and my phone rang.
My girlfriends voice shaking
“Are you watching the news? Oh my God! This can’t be happening.”
Something I can’t help but remember,
is although it seemed like all hell had broken loose,
even as I was keeping all my attention to what was going on,
(which meant running to my car when I left for work and hurrying to turn the radio on)
I still had to continue with my day
like the rest of the world.
Of course it was all any of us could talk about
and although we scurried around getting things done,
we were all glued to every word of what the reports were throwing at us.
I think the part that got to me the most
is although I was so far removed from what just happened,
and really not affected personally by that horrific disaster
which was unfolding in front of my eyes,
it was the sheer hatred in my heart
for those responsible.
Excuse the language,
but the word
repeated itself over and over
from my lips that day
and trust me,
I was not the only one!
Now I suppose I could continue on explaining
how much more angered we all were,
or how devastated and sickened we felt,
but as stated in the beginning,
this is about remembering.
It seems that with every passing year,
and every passing day
we just move along,
not giving it a thought
but on this particular day
there is a sense of reflection.
A moment of time that someone says,
“I’ll never forget that day.”
So I will leave you with a little poem I wrote,
that in a nutshell,
honours those angels taken from us,
prays for the families and friends shedding their tears today
and give thanks to those who sacrificed their lives without hesitation.
For the rest of us,
a small reminder that what was lost
WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN!
It feels like only yesterday
as we watched in disbelief.
Our world forever changed
no words describe our grief.
Today will be a somber one
a flashback of the pain.
A senseless loss of human life
should never be in vain.
Tears still shed
hearts still ache
for those who are in Heaven
their memory still lives in us
*GOD BLESS EVERYBODY*